I looked down between my legs and saw a pale-green cankerworm writhing on the dense grey fabric of the passenger seat. A sign of spring. I checked to make sure Ben wasn’t looking, then picked up the wriggling creature and tucked it into my mouth, savouring the squirming on my tongue before I swallowed it. It wasn’t an impulse, exactly—I knew what I would do as soon as I saw it. I couldn’t help myself. I had done it more than once over the past few days, in the park I walked through on the way to work, on a patio while I was waiting to give my drink order. I had no idea why. Maybe I didn’t want
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