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Almost sex

VON Bec Kavanagh

I take my body to the movies. I pay for a seat in the back row and feed her popcorn while the opening credits roll. It’s a thriller, one of those recent ones made to look old. I guess at who the killer will turn out to be. My body clenches when the virgin is stabbed in the back, her body collapsing into the velvety drapes of the hotel lobby.