I kissed my dad’s dead cousin’s widowed wife on the front porch of my aunt’s house while we were both tipsy and curious on Christmas Eve night. No one saw, thank god, but still… I feel really bad, but she just looked so pretty and lonely- I came out to keep her company, as she was just standing out there sipping her wine alone. My mind wasn’t in the right place. I saw her again earlier today but couldn’t get the courage to look her in the eyes. I feel so bad… but that kiss felt so weirdly good.

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