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Published Jan 18, 2023
I’d been living with Lil for half a year when she told me about her twin sister, the one who didn’t have a name because she was never born.
They hated The Seer because she was a reminder upon a reminder; a poisonous cherry atop a moldering Bakewell; the hermit who confirmed the hermitage of their lives.
When Daddy came home and told us what he’d done, I thought for sure he’d been in his own stash.