#ahhhhhhb

“No, that’s not what I’m talking about,” Bryan blurted out. He then looked completely mortified. “I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to interrupt you--”

I run and my hair flies around me. I lift my shirt to feel the wind on my skin. I dream of going to a different world where at least it isn’t my father who wants to hurt me. I bring apples in the pockets of my sundress and share them with Laurel beneath the shivering alders. I don’t have a map, but I always find my way back. I get home before sunset and pause before I go inside, where the air is heavy, and I feel suffocated and strangled and smothered all at once. No one asks how I’ve been, or where

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