sex gods

1.

When I was fourteen, I used to hang around with this guy living with his sister and his niece at the compound near school.

He hid his vodka from his brother-in-law in a bush outside their house. It sounds like fiction but he had violet eyes, honey curls, cheeks run through with pink like apples, the clearest skin I’d ever seen. That year, he was still too young to have any facial hair. I still think of him when I think of beauty.

His clothes were big and heavy, he sold weed out of his pockets and tried to act tough.

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