I hardly dared open my mouth, even to say something innocuous like “Sure, I’m hungry. I could eat dinner.” My words might be analyzed to reveal something knotty, something sinister I didn’t know I felt but really ought to know I felt.
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We turn and ferret,
vengeful and assaulting.
I am the Devil by Laura Pritchett
I use an oven, not a hairdryer. It blows my mind. Happy. Obviously, the fumes from this are gonna make you sick.
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