she was a momma's girl.
momma twisted her hair into plaits daily.
she loved her mother, and mother loved her.
but momma...she told the girl secrets.
secrets that she was supposed
to keep. from daddy.
shh. you can't tell. so she didn't.
maybe that's why this was her fault.
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Indefinable
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