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Emily and Ruth were born with love in their bones. I couldn’t keep a succulent alive.
I feel love thick as honey for her, my best friend, my partner, my family. She
have my mother’s eyes and my father’s face, but the flaws are mine. Soon, the thumbprint on my collarbone will vanish like a leaf or a butterfly.
Ruth and I drag the body across the kitchen floor and burn the remains.

