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Fragmented

by Deana Wilson “TEN!” Dark.  Too dark. Cramped.  Stiff.  Stuffed in like carrots in a vacuum sealed bag.  Elbow in my gut; tangle of hair in my face. Carlotta! Too dark!  Can’t see! Blonde hair on my tongue.  Gasping…. “Carlotta!” How?  Why blonde?  How do I know — “Carlotta!” No…

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