It was big and deep and dark and horrible, and it was hard enough to tell him. I've kept it for ten years, and he had an idea. He knew, but he didn't know. He had assumed. Every time it would get down to it I'd have to freak out, I'd be afraid. I'd shake. I'd have all that flash before me and remember how I felt as a little girl in second grade. I
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