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from 2013 - a magical short story
A tale of letting go of things not meant for us
"Disabled girl," he would probably call me if it were polite to notice someone's legs twitch uncontrollably.
Is that where I belong?
Putrid garbage water sloshed around my ankles as I looked up and wondered just how I had landed here.
We are the world, We are the Children,
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