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Submitted to Contest #314
The hundred-times-washed linen sheets felt rough against Cassy’s skin, so she kept them tangled at her feet. She could hear her mother’s voice humming in her grandmother’s bedroom down the hall. But the cicadas under her window were so noisy, she couldn’t hear what their late-night discussion was about, although she could guess. No marriage. No children. And Cassy was going to be twenty-nine soon.She glared at the grey ceiling, tracing every dent and yellow watermark like constellations in the night sky, but the muffled voices kept her on ed...
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