Victor clenched a fist, ignoring the jab of pain from his broken finger, and raised it to Roy. “Brothers?” Roy glanced at him—his blue eyes, so aloof. So tired.
Five things you can see, four things you can touch, three you can hear, two smell, and one taste.
Then there he was, the cowboy whose name I forget, but remember as tall and lank and dressed in slim dark jeans he’d tucked into his boots unembarrassed. Having grown up in Texas, I understood everything about him in an instant on a level the British girl never could.
It was cold out.
He never did meet the kid.
He arrived in the city with an STD.
Don’t worry. Birdie closed her eyes. It’s fine.
Love is like a museum. You have to look around, experience things, and then leave.
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“Legs Get Led Astray is a scorching hot glitter box full of youthful despair and dark delight.”
—Cheryl Strayed, author of WILD
