“How’d you know when you were ready?” I asked, the rain sliding down over the glass of the window Daffy was looking out of. “Ready to quit the shit?” “I was driving,” Violet said, “wearing my crown. I ran over something. I stopped the car and got out. The air was hot. The sky was gray. The snapping turtle I’d hit was still moving. I was on a road by the river. She’d come up to lay her eggs. Her shell was crushed. The eggs were falling out all over the place. Turtles, even when they get their shells destroyed so badly you think they gotta be dead, they usually ain’t. They can live for a long
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