The Price of a Perfect Angel
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remember was the shock on my best friend Wendy' s face – not that I
trucker, her voice sickly excited as notifications pinged with
blood pooling around me, smeared as a whore,
ef, wondering how I could have been
and blood, and I was back in my law firm's breakroom, staring at a saccharin