Kieran Healy

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Once we’re inside, my shoulders practically dislocating thanks to the small space I’m trying to fit myself into, I peer down at my legs. I can feel Aki’s arms around them, but not see his face. “Aki-chan?” I wonder if he’s going to suffocate. He wriggles his head around and grins up at me, unbothered by the squash.
Fault Lines
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