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Death throbs throughout her body. (She pushed the needle, and her eyes are tethered to the empty, white ceiling.) Her mind clings to Michael who’s fixated on the swings. He is released and attacks the playground. *Why is he so happy?* Finally, his eyes pull away from the sand, he waves. She tries to push a smile, but she can tell–from his changing face–he is learning.
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Dec 29, 2014
Dec 29, 2014 at 11:58 PM UTC
The Mother
Death throbs throughout her body. (She pushed the needle, and her eyes are tethered to the empty, white ceiling.) Her mind clings to Michael who’s fixated on the swings. He is released and attacks the playground. *Why is he so happy?* Finally, his eyes pull away from the sand, he waves. She tries to push a smile, but she can tell–from his changing face–he is learning.
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Dec 29, 2014
Dec 29, 2014 at 11:58 PM UTC
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