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Where Has The Blame Gone?

I’m sitting in the detective’s office with sweat pooling between nervous fingers and stinging the hangnails I’ve been biting for the past half hour. My body parts already photographed and categorized and sent away for collection, backlogged behind the arms and legs and breasts and thighs of women I will never meet yet, now, know better than I know myself.

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