Vivian Hsiao

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“Time’s getting on,” he said. “I can’t be late getting back.” Nick looked down and mumbled, “Do you have to get back?” He tried to smile but he knew his face was stiff with sudden anxiety. He moved his wet glass in circles on the rough-sawn table top. When he glanced up again he found Leo was gazing at him sceptically, one eyebrow arched. “I meant back to your place, of course,” he said. Nick grinned and reddened at the beautiful reversal, like a teased child abruptly
The Line of Beauty
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