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| We climbed out into the trees and hung the lures from the outermost branches. He spoke his brother’s name. He looked away from me in a way where I could see the welts across his skin. “Look,” he said. “This is not about the nightbirds.” I lifted bricks from below his shoulder at where they covered most of his arm. Something moved from against his body like something his body pushed out from inside it. He had never seen the girl. He had never spoken her name. |
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