This story is wearing the wrong shade of lipstick and drinking its third shot of cheap Canadian whisky. This story is letting ice melt in a glass of water. This story's hair looked nice today, but no one said. This story is starting to show its age in certain softening places. This story is thinking about wearing eyeliner for the first time since college. This story is getting ghosted again. This story is texting someone it loved in the middle of the night. This story is watching the words on the screen blur through bubbling tears. This story is practicing how to cover bruises with makeup, a dusting of powder. This story is tugging its shirt down over its waist knowing it will rise again. This story is leaning too close to a stranger and laughing at things that aren't funny. This story is plucking unmelted ice out of a glass to suck, letting water drip from its fingertips. This story is brushing knee against knee like it's an accident. This story is pretending to take the thing he just said as a compliment. This story is getting kissed harder than it would like, this story is getting turned over on its stomach in an unfamiliar bed. This story is being told god, you're beautiful and pretending it's a prayer. This story is getting used to them not hearing no, please, don't. This story is asking for a glass of water from the tap. This story is going to be wearing long sleeves in the summer. This story is finding a stale slice of bread in the cupboard. This story is imagining it soaking up all that whisky. This story is sitting alone in the dark, practicing Japanese on a language app.

Watashi wa yuka no ue de pan o tabena gara naite iru.
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