More by Vince O. Teves
“You and I,” she said slowly, saying each word with care, “are a pair of scissors.” “A pair of scissors…” I replied, unsure of what she meant. “Alone, we’re knives. Sharp and nasty, made to hurt others. But together, we are scissors. Better, safer, more useful. But more than that, we are our missing halves. And whatever comes between us,…
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Vince O. Teves
