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She stayed there, clicking through for hours, jumping from article to article, comment to comment. And it was with her too, of course. It always was.
The gun.
It was here now, beating within her chest, knocking against her ribs. Aiming with her eyes. It was in nightmares, and crashing pans, and heavy breaths, and dropped pencils, and thunderstorms, and closing doors, and too loud, and too quiet, and alone and not, and the ruffle of pages, and the tapping of keys and every click and every creak.
The gun was always there.
It lived inside her now.
The gun.
It was here now, beating within her chest, knocking against her ribs. Aiming with her eyes. It was in nightmares, and crashing pans, and heavy breaths, and dropped pencils, and thunderstorms, and closing doors, and too loud, and too quiet, and alone and not, and the ruffle of pages, and the tapping of keys and every click and every creak.
The gun was always there.
It lived inside her now.
nd asked, ‘Do you like bunnies too?’ They were each other’s crutch to lean on when life got too much to carry alone.
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