BY CHARLOTTE SHANE

“Say something,” he said. He called me by my name.

“Say what?” I asked.

“It’s never been like this.”

“You want me to say that?”

“Only if you mean it,” he sighed, keeping his eyes closed. “It’s never been exactly like this.” He had beautiful, full lips; swollen lips.

He asked me to go with him on his trip to London but it was too late to make the plans. That didn’t matter. I felt like I’d already dreamed the trip we would have had, that I’d been back from it for weeks, still glowing.

Charlotte is a prostitute living on the East Coast. She is honored by the inexplicable popularity of her tumblr, Nightmare Brunette, which persists in spite of her liberal posting of Indian music and spiritual quotes.

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