Please tell me the truth, whatever it may be.

I kept you round for good measure. We took spins around town, bought our favorite vinyls, acted the maggot, and went to the local pubs for drinks and craic. We had a good laugh for almost a year. Nothin’ romantic. I thought we was just friends.

YOUR TRAPEZE SWINGER BY NICOLE MODUGNO 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 76

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