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Closet
That memory hits me now, as her words hit me then, right in the gut. Less butterflies, more gentle punch.
Contraband
At night, I tell her the stories. The candle with our only light flickers and I'm reminded of flashlights und...
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"After this much horror, the risk was greater in losing our souls to their side, in identifying as part...