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But I didn’t know what to do in the aftermath, where to put my body, what to say. I felt like maybe there were things to be said, the right things, but I didn’t know how to put those words together. Instead, I stayed where I was, rested my head on her stomach: it felt and sounded like her heart had somehow slid down into it, each beat pulsing loud and superfast in my ear.
The Miseducation of Cameron Post
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