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WREN

“Wren, sweetheart, please come out.”

I stuff my fist into my mouth to keep from screaming. That’s not quite enough, so I bite into my knuckles until I taste blood. In a perverse way, the stinging pain does help. It makes the outside match my insides.

“I told Syrah that it was just hormones a...

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