❝ And this is how we danced: with my mother's white dress spilling from my feet, late August turning our hands dark red. And this is how we loved: a fifth of vodka and an afternoon in the attic, your fingers sweeping through my hair—my hair a wildfire. ❞Ocean Vuong, HOME WRECKER
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