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He's a stranger. I heard him park behind the house and SLAM the door harshly as he walked inside. Your drunk brother was at it again, it seemed. I paused between toes, careful not to drip cherry colored polish onto our powder blue satin sheets. Glancing quickly across the room I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror...black curly hair tied up
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