The boy she had loved was gone. I’d rather die than hear any more fairytales. She hated it, she hated the mission-house; she hated the sleek lagoon, the palms, the burning sky. I kicked the living shit out of him. God knows how you did it. Lucy grabbed its handle, her broken bones mending inside her causing her to wince in pain. It seemed to encapsulate the mosquito like a little piece of moonlight, it was talismanic to her.
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