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At fifteen, my first boyfriend and Itook a chance: kissed on a park benchunder cannabis clouds, and thejet exhaust near Kennedy airport. Five minutes into it, and beforeeither of us were ready to commit,our metal braces linked us most intimately as a full moon ascended amidstour raging adolescent hormones.We giggledContinue Reading

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Uneven planks, calloused wood weathered by nor’easterslead over the Atlantic, sand sharks below graze for chumthe bar at the end of the pier is a centerpiece for Budweiser and Hank Williamswhile cloggers shimmy to “Mustang Sally” for the third time of the evening. Those who fish huddle near the benchesContinue Reading