Allan Malcolmson

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I saw her face. What was left of it. There was just…rawness and redness and a row of red-stained teeth. She had chewed off her whole lower lip. She was chewing automatically. You could tell, her movements were…mechanistic. Her arms were wrapped around herself, like she’d been cold once but had forgotten to care. There was caked blood and filth all over her.
We Are Here to Hurt Each Other
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