December 2, 2016

“For nearly a day, the man and I lay in bed together. We stared at the ceiling, watching how the shadows drifted from corner to corner, how the light washed over, then retreated. We listened to the house, how it settled and groaned, how it went quiet, then was loud again. I kept one hand upon my stomach, pressing into the meat with my fingers so that I could feel the faint churning, my stomach acid whipping about within…”

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