Bread for the moon by Jennie Elizabeth VerSteeg ISU - 1989
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I wanted to talk to Abigail. I missed the mosquitoes on the Hill in July and sharing a sno-cone and her good soft tongue pressing into my mouth. But it wasn't Tuesday or Thursday and I didn't know what to say or how to say it. I thought maybe the only thing we'd ever had in common was the Cowsills, and then I didn't know what to think.
