
f o u r t e e n
A season passed before I saw him again. Perhaps we were good at avoiding one another, or perhaps I had changed into something unearthly horrible and he never recognized me.
The gashes on my arms found friends on my legs, and the salt water coating my throat and lashes was enough sustenance to keep me alive.
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