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I wonder if anyone watches me, if someone across the street sees the glow of my bedroom, the silhouette of my canopy, the flick of my vape light, the press of my palm against glass. Do they see a girl? Or do they see the monster inside the maiden?
I could be your neighbor. I could be the one who waves at your dog, the one who compliments your shoes on the train, the one who holds the door for your precious daughter.
And I could be the last thing you ever see.
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