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so the next one came with a

bag of treats, she smelled like sugar

and spoke like the sea.

she told me, "don't trust them; trust me."

then she pulled

at my stitches, one by one and

looked at my insides, clicking her tongue. and said, "this

will all have to come undone."

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[ericcybee]

a million-bugillion little pieces?

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No, a sizong.