“A needle is a needle.” She looked at it. “And you know what? When it’s inside you, it does turn the savage side beautiful. Nothing feels bad here, Arc. All the sadness goes away. The warmth washes over you. It’s the most magnificent thing. It makes me feel like glass. The way it breaks me into pieces. But I love being broken by it. Because the next time I use it, it makes me whole again and it holds me so tight. It loves me. It’s a friend for a thousand years. It’s a father who’s still alive. A mother who hugs me. It’s Mamaw Milkweed coming back with the flower bulbs. Your stories weren’t
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