I wake up early. Stomach churns. Panic. A gust of terror that has no language to support it.
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I wake up early. Stomach churns. Panic. A gust of terror that has no language to support it.
I am a block of marble, heavy and stuck as I watch Melinda throw Becky’s extra-large underwear outside. Night swallows them. Melinda jeers.