Divine Ruin
Margot Douaihy
"When his eyes went sharp, I knew I blew it. Absolutely tanked it. Sweat collected in the crooks of my elbows. "
"When his eyes went sharp, I knew I blew it. Absolutely tanked it. Sweat collected in the crooks of my elbows. "
"A seagull flies past screaming B-natural. I don’t seek it out—the note’s just there, announcing itself. But a drummer with perfect pitch is like a blue whale who can count cards."




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