Gabbi Willett

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see Eamon sitting up stiffly, as if his whole body hurt. He’d slept the rest of the night in that bed, him and Annie tangled together, and I’d had to force my eyes to stop finding them as I moved quietly through the house. They, too, felt like a fixed point. A gravity relentlessly pulling at my edges.
The Unmaking of June Farrow
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