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Lisa raked her fingers through her curls, massaging her temples. She clung to a few hazy snippets of last night’s anniversary party-the splash of Sangria, the warmth of the fire. But something sinister tugged at her, like she’d crossed a line.
When I killed my father, it wasn’t personal. It was a public service. One important thing it taught my sister Edie and me, is how useful death is. He never bothered anyone again. #1stlinepit#C#Q#A#T#S#CON
Lisa raked her fingers through her curls, massaging her temples. She clung to a few hazy snippets of last night’s anniversary party-the splash of Sangria, the warmth of the fire. But something sinister tugged at her, like she’d crossed a line.
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The night my big sister disappeared was full of fireflies and a harvest moon: two kinds of light you almost never see together and that we watched from our blankets between the corn stalks.
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