And as I closed the door, the only person I hated was myself.
It’s the pushing people away, never do that, it hurts more
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footing, fall forward and my much-anticipated Pepsi becomes a sacrificial lamb. Brown fluid drips down the shirts of both boys, because I’m just talented that way. “Oh, my gosh.” Hand to my mouth, fake wide eyes. “I’m so so
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standing and when. From the side in the daytime, my hair looks purple-black, but from the back at night it’s like burned wood in the fireplace. When it’s clean, Emma’s hair is the color of a cotton ball: white, white, white. But usually it’s so dirty it looks like the dust
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I like things my way in my bed
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But don’t worry. I’ll make it worth your while if you follow my rules.”
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Not when you breathe. Only when you act. Or open your mouth. Or—
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Then it’s a pity you slept through breakfast, as usual
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Then it’s a pity you slept through breakfast, as usual,