Alaina Grimando

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Avenue, I was keenly aware of my body. The way my clothing felt against it, the way it moved. It was the same rush I’d get from watching a love story unfold on TV, or indulging in Julia and Reuben’s tender kisses from afar. Yet, somehow this was different. This time, the stimulus had come from within.
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