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a snake.
Her sundress lay half on the lounge chair and half on the patio floor.
Her sandals were tipped sideways as if she had stepped out of them laughing.
Her phone was faceup.
Three missed calls from Mark.
Her husband.
For one strange second, my mind refused to understand what my eyes were seeing.
It separated everything into objects.
Pool.
Chair.
Shirt.
Belt.continue reading …
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