My third grade teacher Mrs. Camann smoking in her station-wagon with all the windows closed.
Blood in the snow after an icicle fell off the roof and stabbed a friend in the head.
My cervix on a small TV.
A body in a bag being rolled out of the apartment building we lived in.
Two parents and their son with down's syndrome laughing hysterically at their table in a restaurant.
A ghost in the bathroom at 3 a.m.
A kid on a bike who threw an egg at me the night before halloween.
A hand with a missing pinkie finger and another hand with an extra one.
You.
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