Ink & Interruptions

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  • Chapter twenty

                I’m not sure how long I stood staring after him—the wake of his anger deafening as I slowly found the strength to peel my feet from the tiled floor. By the time my hand touched the cool glass of the front door, my shock had shifted to blinding anger. Anger that seared into the

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  • Fifteen Mississippis

    I am sitting at the edge of my twin-sized, blue mattress staring at the four walls surrounding me. This is what I see. There is an etching of a penis below the small, silver sink to my right, and beside that are several small lines. They are paired off into fives, and I know (because

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