Her kneecaps were crushed and her eyes crossed. There were bandages around her throat and bandages up to her elbows. Her exposed skin was bruised like an explosion, fire dark and orange. “Are you okay?” I said, the stupidest thing I could say. The dogs ran out the door and surrounded her, whining...
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