The snow drifts into our zombie mouths crawling with grease and curses and tobacco flakes and cavities and boyfriend/girlfriend juice, the stain of lies. For one moment we are not failed tests and broken condoms and cheating on essays; we are crayons and lunch boxes and swinging so high our sneakers punching holes in the clouds. For one breath everything feels better.
Then it melts.
~Wintergirls by Laurie Halse Anderson
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