Everything made her itch. She remembered, even before the tests, her mother smiling and doing this thing with her lips that made a little spit on Miranda’s face.
Miranda would laugh because momma’s spit made her feel good at an age she was too young to think that spit was bad, and momma would wrap her in her blanket for bed. The spit was the last pleasa…
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