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It smells like mildew and 1977, but no one dares to comment.
← She did not feel like the girl with the one blue hand. She felt like the girl with the single black heart. She felt adopted.
June stared at a swath of discarded bacon on the floor and thought about blackness. Randy was colour. The balloon house from Up. Skittles. South America. He didn’t even own black socks. →
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