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we will move on.”
I said okay, Mom. I took the tea. I set it on the nightstand. I did not drink it.
Part Three: The Binder
The moment my mother believed she had sedated me was the moment she lost the night.
I have thought about this many times since. If she had sat beside me. If she had asked what happened. If she had even looked at the shears on the armchair continue reading …
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