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Jan 2012
The first time I saw her, her body looked like an exit wound, not physically and now sometime later in my memory I think it was maybe the way she said certain words. Words like “hollow” and “soundless” the combination of these two words strung together with other smaller and slightly weaker ones in between made me think of a match hitting gasoline or of a bullet being loaded into a gun.
Hayley Neininger
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