“He kissed her. A kiss about apple pie a la mode with the vanilla creaminess melting in the pie heat. A kiss about chocolate, when you haven’t eaten chocolate in a year. A kiss about palm tress speeding by, trailing pink clouds when you drive down the Strip sizzling with champagne. A kiss about the spotlights fanning the sky and the swollen sea selling like tears all over your legs.”
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Francesca Lia Block,
Dangerous Angels
