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“Fifteen-love,” Georgia says then serves.
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The body was crumpled on the floor. Purple blood spilled away, taking the shape of a crooked tree . . .
All truth is crooked; time itself is a circle. —Nietzsche
“Sheila, make my shower extra hot today,” I say, walking to the bathroom . . .
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