A few weeks ago I was dancing and singing at The Seahorse and I keep going back to a moment of bliss where you leaned into me and we belted out a song together. It felt nice to be noticed by you. I needed it. Thanks for the flirty green garland.

—A girl has no name

This article appears in Apr 18-24, 2019.

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