Marie Andersson

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You didn’t see anything. He is not coming for you. He didn’t even see your face. Every bone in my body shivered as I tried to bleach the image I’d just seen from my brain. I squeezed my eyes shut and rocked back and forth, curled like a shrimp on the hard mattress. The rusty metal legs of the bed whined as they scraped against the floor.
Angry God
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