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She stares at him, asks “is it a deformity?”
Her heels clatter - she steps closer to stare.
“There is a deformity here”, I say and she takes it for what she wants to hear. I feel cruel, and triumphant, but it fades as his hand does not move in mine.
Her heels clatter - she steps closer to stare.
“There is a deformity here”, I say and she takes it for what she wants to hear. I feel cruel, and triumphant, but it fades as his hand does not move in mine.