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Reading Lips
‘Once in a House on Fire’ by Andrea Ashworth
‘I treasured the afterglow of a slap. It made me feel
closer to my mother, buried in bed with a migraine she blamed
on coffee rather than our step-father's fists or the fingers
that scrunched her lips into a tight red flower, to stop them
from spurting swear words and pleas and tears.' |
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