Thou shalt not commit adultery.

I’m not a little girl anymore but I still like to paint and make pictures. I want to dance but my shoes are too tight. Life is not like in books, but I’ve learned how to survive. Do you want to see a magic trick? When you hear him coming, just close your eyes. In the back of your mind, you’ll find a hidden door. Open it. Go all the way inside. When you turn around, you find—you’re locked in time. It’s like radio static, the way the spirit crawls out of the flesh. Just a flash of blue light and a secret lodged in your throat. Cold feet. Clammy hands. Chicken skin. You’re smart but not smart enough. Now you’re alone in a room at the center of everything—with nothing—but the smell of cut grass and a box of dull crayons.

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