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| Abrar Khan |
The lights flicker pale green behind Rosie’s eyes.
Something is happening in there; something you’re not privy to.
She lifts her hands slowly to her cheeks, fingertips fan below her eyes.
“We don’t have to do this” she says, but not to you.
Something is happening in there; something you’re not privy to.
She lifts her hands slowly to her cheeks, fingertips fan below her eyes.
“We don’t have to do this” she says, but not to you.
Tales for an attention deficit world
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