Little El sits really still and doesn’t move. He hunts her. They are coming. If I were there with her now, with the rest of her family hovering over her and screaming at her, maybe I would finally say all the things she buried and stuffed inside. The best times in my childhood were the ones I spent hoping and dreaming for something better to happen. I never lived in the moment because the moments hurt too much. I dreamed [...]
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