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Submitted to Contest #286
(This story contains allusions to/instances of suicidality, child abuse, and mental illness) There they were, still, hours later. Headlights, pouring into the living room through the shut blinds. Strips of high beams that illuminated select sections of the wall, scattered and dispersed by the slits they ran through, but lined up as though they wished to catch someone passing through their aim. I was still frozen in the passway between the living room and the stairs, staring at the front door. The area I lived in was seedy, but not quit...
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