She has an ant bite on her ankle that hasn’t yet healed. She stood at the edge of her driveway, arms crossed very tightly. The blue and red plaid of her shirt twisted around her torso like her body might torque into a tornado at any minute. Her limbs and shoulders contorted into a posture [...]
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