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First published October 10, 2014


“I’m like the nautilus, Ery. I bring my home with me. And you’re my shell. Wherever you are, I’m home.”
The kiss tasted of longing and regret, of joy and sadness, of unfulfilled wishes and miso soup. It was a very complex kiss.

. Yeah, my memory was that bad.