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I was born with thick skin and a heartbeat. My mother read bedtime stories that scared away the monsters below The rain fell heaviest on the one who held the umbrella above all the while a drizzle melted my skin. My face grew small, and my hair smoldered. And the funniest thing was that they concerned themselves with keeping the fire fed.
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Jan 8, 2018
Jan 8, 2018 at 2:56 AM UTC
Maintaining a Flame (and the Included Dangers)
I was born with thick skin and a heartbeat. My mother read bedtime stories that scared away the monsters below The rain fell heaviest on the one who held the umbrella above all the while a drizzle melted my skin. My face grew small, and my hair smoldered. And the funniest thing was that they concerned themselves with keeping the fire fed.
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Jan 8, 2018
Jan 8, 2018 at 2:56 AM UTC
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