“‘Roll,’ I ordered, and suddenly I was on top of him, and the jasmine was crushed under us, wafting tendrils of scent between us. I looked at the vines crawling in the window and lifted Dov’s hands above his head, sliding each carefully into several loops amidst the tangle. ‘If you don’t behave,’ I said, ‘You’ll break the vine.'”

Spokes Need Hubs by Alex Batty

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