Excerpt from 'Wedding Crasher, Marin County'
Wilson Koewing
Somebody is going to roofie them, I said. Dave laughed uncertainly.
Silly’s hands were tangled in his hair. His gaze snapped back to mine. “You didn’t hurt me, Elle. Not at all.”
One time years ago, a friend threw herself a birthday party and bought her own birthday cake, which I found surprising. She said, of course I bought my own cake. Who else was going to do it? I think it’s the same with book promotion. You have to buy your own cake, and make an event of it.
Somebody is going to roofie them, I said. Dave laughed uncertainly.
It was the summer of 2018, and I had just returned home to California from Italy, where my relationship exploded after we had lived together for only four months.
He warned me once about being all-in with poetry.
Love is like a museum. You have to look around, experience things, and then leave.
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