Pulse
Description
Kris decided a long time ago that it was a little bit fairytale. Throwing rocks at his lover's window so they could meet at night. He poked around on the ground for a nice sized pebble, and chucked it at the second-story window. It ricocheted off the glass with a tiny tak and suddenly everything seemed right to Kris, as though everything in his world fell into place at that moment.
Foreword
Poem by Federico Garcia Lorca.
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