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  • I dreamed of Evan and his skin was smooth but we weren't supposed to touch him because he was sick and we might hurt him. Something was wrong with his feet and we had to lay in bed against cool sheets so they wouldn't bother him. We lived at my grandmother's house with lots of preteen girls that seemed to be damaged in some way. They were using my grandmother as a free place to stay but I could hardly leave the two rooms we occupied. Sometimes, he'd let me touch the skin of his back under his t-shirt and we'd laugh because it was like a forbidden game. As always, he said it would be all right. That he was all right and I was all right and that it would be all right in the end. Just like when he fought the bad children in the snow or last time he knew he was going to die.
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