Perfect disorder

In weather that chills you to the bone, he takes me to the park. He points out the lake, frozen over and fragile, and he says, “Dive.”Most days, though I often ignore him, he’s at my side, whispering into my ear, his icy claw digging into my shoulder. Plagued by his presence, but at the […]

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