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"My mind is blanketed clear. It's hot inside and not much breath but no one sees me where I am. It's good not feeling pure."

"They would pass me hand to hand if I would go. I would not. Maybe next week maybe next time.
And swig of vodka pressing up my lips.
That burn me down. I cannot see their faces or hips that bounce ready for me.
I lie. I take my share of them the whole way and there are other girls here. Each one for herself. We don't look her in the eyes.
The lads are here for what we are. It makes me laugh."

"He was the first off. Worst off. I begin. Now I know full well what I can do. For me and for you.

...

Handlebars dig in my back. He's all embarrassed I should know the fat spots on his thighs.

I have no eyes for that. No ears for any sound emit. I'm thinking counting ticking off.

The great work. It's my great work."

"And out of my throat comes a voice I don't know that says in words my thoughts out loud."

"Bristle bristle hair on my spine and on the back of my neck."

"Pick a primrose. I like the touch it has the soft and smell and crush gently gives the best and lasting perfume on my fingers. Squeeze pollen falling on the ground and wipe that off on my skirt. The muck slithering under my feet."

"I am warming up the fire to think of him. Of my legs round him. Gloss and embellish. Gasped my name. Broke my heart. My longing longing. Not for him but I think so. I let it be. If only they knew it'd be revenge for everything."

"We talk. All that usual that we do. Like take the sunshine on our eyelids consider why this makes me see red. Think beat of blood.
Guts and things. An almost hazy day but for nip on the breeze a bit. Shredding grasses with our thumbnails. Throwing grass seed on the lake we look for fishes come gobble up.
They do not. They are staying low."

"He shouted and pushed her and they had to pull him off. That he's a psycho. Blaming everyone for being thick.
Oh is that what they say?
Someone said your family is all fucked up. Blow-ins weirdo's born-agains or something bad as that.
And about me? Go on. You might as well I'd rather know.
I was proud of being brave. I thought that's what I had to be and asking it was showing how."

"What's wrong with your brother? He's a bit. You know. You know.
What?
Well he's a bit you know.
Know?
Ahem, a little bit strange? He looks a bit. Is he a bit slow?
No. That's a really stupid thing to say. Jesus who are you, saying things like that to me? You're a fucking bitch sometimes you know that.
I'm sorry. I didn't mean. I heard someone say is all.
Heard who you better tell me now."

yes big sis go off