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Spin-the-bottle


by Robert Vaughan


Spin-the-bottle


The red and white coke logo came into focus against the clear glass as it stopped on the uneven floor planks.

I clapped my hands together. “You two have to kiss now!”

“That's sick,” Tracy cried. “We're cousins!”

“Gross,” Timmy added. “Let me spin over.”

The July heat pressed through the roof slats. Cicadas buzzed in their high pitches.

“Do you ever get bees in here?” Danny asked. He stared at our peanut butter and raspberry jam sandwiches, half- eaten, stacked on paper plates.

I nodded, sweating. It was like heaven, hosting everyone in my treehouse. Just like Mom and Dad's parties where everybody ends up with different people in the poolhouse.

 

 

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