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”It’s hard. It’s really, really hard.” Why didn’t she have more words? She thought of the Nothing. The ghost girl’s orange teeth. She thought of doors slammed. The bright blur of her mother’s cooking in a trashcan now long since rotted in some suburb. She thought of the flashes of something bigger and brighter than […]
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