Oliv’s upper lip was smushed to the side and folded back so that the duct tape stuck to her teeth. The semi-violence of the moment seemed to mix with the odd taste of the adhesive and in a strange twist brought her calm. The bitter tang seemed familiar, but the memory was evasive until the woman returned to her place on the couch. Oliv noticed the woman was wearing knee-high, flesh-colored panty hose, the kind her grandmother used to wear. Some of Oliv's earliest memories were of wrapping Christmas presents with Grandma Stella. Her grandmother’s wrapping style had included pulling off multiple strips of tape, sticking them to her bottom lip, then wrapping the whole present without having to return to the tape dispenser. Grandma Stella had been a wizard at wrapping.
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