Renee

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I clamped both my hands around her cheeks, forced her backwards off the curb and then pushed her into the road and into the path of oncoming traffic. She didn’t even have time to scream. Neither the crunching of her bones under the van’s wheels nor the screeching of its brakes persuaded me to stop walking and to turn around.
When You Disappeared
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