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Inflammation

March 6, 2008

Ordinarily she was not so angry. But this night inflamed her, flaring her from embers so chronic she’d stopped noticing their glow.

She could not douse herself, no matter how hard she tried. She could only let the fire rage until it seared away the surface, incinerated the places where he once lit her like tinder.

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