He does a sicilian opening; a few poetic words, and she’s gradually renounced any defense against them. The middle game didn’t go smoothly on both flanks. And because it had been decided in heaven for them to be in love but never meet, she decided to mail him memories of herself. Blood drained in a vial, fingers preserved in jars. Eyes in a shiny tin box, soft hair in a sealed envelope. The …
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