It smells like darkness. It can't be hers.But this. This has to be hers. Tainted by shadow.
It won't come off no matter how many times I wash it. No matter how many times I hide it away. I can bury it six feet in the ground and I can still feel it burning my nostrils. [the sound of hands being rubbed against a bristly face again and again]
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Who are you talking about?
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The girl gone astray. The sliver of light in a shadow.
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... Someone kidnapped her?
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I wanted to talk.
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It's vile. But appealing. Like fumes. Petrol. Gasoline. Fire.
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Where did you find it?
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It's familiar.
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And there was this thing on the ground.
A road in town, somewhere, maybe. I honestly don't know.
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This is about her.
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Who's "her"?
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