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I lowered my head for thinking of her as everyone else did, as nothing but some stupid addict and woman of little dreams and small mind. My aunt. A woman with a gap left from her rotted-out teeth that she’d spray water out at you through. Both she and my mother were women who could have been queens in a different parade, had they not been so at home in the hole they seemed to dig deeper with each passing day.
On the Savage Side
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