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Hair like the windows after beaded water, car wash. He has mud bowl eyes and freckled cheeks. Tension bundles in the tongue that ploughs the back of his front teeth. Mary thinks he has perfectly big gums, or small teeth. He reaches over to her hair. Violins play in the pit of Mary’s stomach, tickling. Eyes are shut and smiles are forming but, David leans in only to yank a bobbypin from her hair. He slides it between his teeth, bites down on the protective coating around its prongs, shoots the pin out of his mouth – almost elbowing Mary’s chest. Now the ends are bare and sharp. “Have to do it myself I see,” he says. His hair falls back into his face as he crouches over his victim. The pin plunges in. Slice. Squirm. David removes the head. “David, you there?” she says. His tongue sticks out pink and triangular, balled up at the corner of his mouth. The fly’s six legs are electric with the pain Mary imagines is scrambling through. “David! Don’t you want to kiss me?” she says. More slicing. “But I want to kiss you” she says. David pries a leg off of the fly body – now static and throws it at Mary’s peach-pie face. David says, “I thought there would be blood.” Mary grabs David by his plaid shirt and squishes her face into his. Her neck is cranked stiff in front. Her lips are bursting and wet as they rub sideways against the tension of David’s lips that are surprisingly soft. Fingers are wide-spread and arms are stretched outwards. Eyeballs sink into cheeks, noses scrunched. Letting the air out in a “whoa” Mary releases her white-knuckles from his red plaid. Big pool eyes, brown water, he stares. The bobbypin lies still beside the fly’s remnants. Her creamy white hand slaps the sidewalk and Mary lifts herself up, barefeet, scraping her big-toe. She turns towards her house and runs inside, the wind hitting the sore on her toe that stings and she can feel her heart in her heels.
