Deficiency
The History of a Fire Escape
“I don’t like talking about myself much,” she said quietly, playing with the sleeves of her rugged coat. Her fingers gently brushed against the bottle cap, and she didn’t once look away as I picked up the cap to line it against the space between my fingers. “Why?” I asked, and she said nothing to answer my question but pull up her sleeves to reveal slashes in an array of colours and size.
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