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
.
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