"Why won't you write when you are in love?" Maji will want to ask. After a year of begging, she finally does. Haru is looking at their intertwined fingers when Maji asks this. "It will not be pretty if I do," she says like Maji asked her for a manicure and not raw, heart-wrenching art. "I want to know what you think of me," Maji admits, "when you think I am not listening." *** A collection of short stories I have written about queer love.
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