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"Dread is so becoming of you," Rita says softly.
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"You want to... connect with It?" Lottie asks, something curious in her tone.
Callie smiles.
"Sure," she says, and thinks— knows that this will teach Mom a lesson.
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Oh, if only Laura Lee had known then, how she had gotten off easy.
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"Such a woman is the infected carrier of the past: before her the structure of our head and jaws ache—we feel that we could eat her, she who is eaten death returning, for only then do we put our face close to the blood on the lips of our forefathers." — Nightwood, Djuna Barnes.
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She boils lake water over a fire and cleans Van's wound four, five, six times a day at first. Van complains about it - or at least tries to - but her words are slurred and her arguments don't come out quite right.
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Jackie dies, because of course she does, because the wilderness is cruel and maybe they aren't getting out, after all, and Taissa has to pry Shauna off of her corpse, pet her hair. They're all much too young for this - but is anyone really ever ready to see their best friend's dead body? Is anyone ever prepared for it, at any age? The elderly people Taissa knew - before the crash - always cried when their friends died. Even in old age no one expects it to happen until it happens and then, well, the grief is monstrous. The grief is an entirely new wilderness to navigate.
these fucked up girls
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In anatomy class they try to teach you the parts of the human body. The names of each specific bone, the function of the heart and its chambers and why it flutters backward like ripped-off butterfly wings when you're around her. Concepts of action potentials and homeostasis and labeling every damn highway intersection of the brain. The sad pathetic pitiful truth that your teacher doesn't want to hear is this: none of that shit actually matters in the big picture. In the long-term.
It's the skeletal muscle you have to focus on.
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If aliens existed, they would probably say Callie! You objectively wanted her to kiss you, we can read it right here on your face with fancy futuristic expression-analysis technology we have because we are aliens, and we know your secret, we know you want your mother to love you and you're starting to blur the definitions in a way that would make even God vomit, and fuck him, so put your hands up and take me to your leader!
I'M SICK THIS IS SO GOOD