I can’t tell you, she whispers. Ever.
She is human after all. Real. As real
as the fear alive in her eyes.
I nod my head. “I know.” I know
because I never told either. Her
story is mine, only with a different “he.”
I understand as only someone who
has been there can understand. We
have something in common after all.
-Fallout. Ellen Hopkins.
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