![]() The poor little girl lying half in the closet and half out of it, seeing black stars dancing in front of everything… (page 74) (screaming: little slut o i know how it is with you i see what has to be done) ![]() (momma stop momma don’t i can’t breath o my throat o momma i’m sorry i looked momma o my tongue blood in my mouth) but now there was no denying the memory, no more than there could be a denying of the monthly flow, and that memory was not cloudy, no not that one it was hard and brilliant, like jagged strokes of lightning the little girl …windows suddenly banging down all over the house giving Miss Macaferty four flat tires all at once by unscrewing the valves in the tires of her Volkswagon the stones. ![]()
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