snuffed tender_square brea said that whenever she felt slighted as a kid, which was often, she’d retreat to the laundry room and hide under the raggedy ann and andy table mom kept all the family's folded clothes on. brea would curl her little body against the concrete floor as she calmed herself, mesmerized by the blueberry flame belly-dancing below the hot water tank. and after a time, when she felt strong enough to rise again, she’d lean her face a little closer to the tank, inhale a breath beyond what her lungs could carry, and blow. 211116 what's it to you? who go blather from