Thousand: Three Hundred Fifty-Nine

You can finish your husband’s sentences? Yes. I mean that, but I also mean what you’d thought your unique take on the world is someone else’s too. Someone hurts the way you do, schemes the way you do, laughs until she cries so much the way you do that it’s scary. Get to know a deer or a mouse or a crow and get to know an individual. Every crow, even every mouse, is not every other. I’ve been executed, I’ve starved to death, I’ve shivered in fever and pustules have burst in my skin. Sometimes when I revive I