I keep trying to write something. It’s the only thing I’m decent at, writing is, but I can’t do it this time. I don’t know why. It’s been ten years. He chose Amanda for my name but never called me that. He called me Banana.
I’d been saying goodbye for a week. I knew he’d already been gone for a couple of days but his body was still plugged into the wall.…
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