I was on my way to bed when my husband showed me
this. I read it straight through, despite stabbing pains in my chest and a sudden heat rising in the depths of my torso. I read it because I couldn't not, because it's too close, like a wound I feel myself. I was that kid. I was that kid so much it hurts. I read about the things that were said
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