Jasmine

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The first time it happened, she thought it was a migraine. She was sitting at the kitchen table, a cold glass of water sweating onto the wood, when something behind her eyes twitched. Not pain, exactly—more like pressure. A slow, deliberate push from the inside of her skull, as if something had curled up in […]

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apathy

I do not feel. This morning, a classmate told a joke. The table burst into laughter. I laughed too—the sound slipped out easily. But inside? Nothing. Just the awareness that laughter was the appropriate response, like the way a vending machine knows what snack to drop when a button is pressed.  No matter how immaculate […]

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