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Honey

by Anastasia Jill

Indrina bought honey from the man down the road at ten each morning, squeezing a fresh drop in the vile around her neck. She gifted the remaining goo to me, because she knew she’d never eat it.

“Then why do you buy it?”

Like every other day, she doesn’t answer. Continue reading

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