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| Mussels |
| by Josh Olsen |
| Even after a shower, my hands smelled like mussels – sweet onion and garlic, lemon, and the faintly vaginal odor of seawater.
I inhaled deeply, savoring the scent of my culinary accomplishment, but KT nearly heaved when I jumped into bed. “Too soon?” I asked, wiggling my fingers, and she nodded with her hand over her mouth. ”Get the bucket,” she said between clenched teeth. She hadn’t found my steamed bivalves as delectable as I, and her digestive track revolted with a vengeance. |
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| May 2009 |
| 117 |