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sunny thinks about the anger in her chest. white light blazing behind her eyes. she picks up a maroon crayon in her left hand and snaps it in half. birds call outside. the sky is a sweet blue; apparently it's a day for rejoicing. sunny stands up, her hands pushing down on her knees as she does so, and makes for the bedroom. reaching high into the

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