Breathless

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By Dija

We ran breathless to the roof. The wind whooshing around us.
The floor throbbed with dance music. It was night. We leant over the edge and laughed at the darkness, gripping hands and giggling proud of the new place we’d found. Our little adventure. Bathroom mirror buddies.
I still have your lipstick.

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