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A Fool in Love is Sugar Pied by Michelle Moloney King

Honey stops at the red door, looks back. It’s telling, isn’t it, that all the propaganda  shows ballerinas switching to fields like “cyber” and never the  reverse. Speaks without thinking. – shit! What’s she said?  Peasant’ farmers in the mountain areas rock can climb too. by Michelle Moloney King first published in The Daily Drunk