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MAIREAD CASE

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Once, in a magazine, Tiny read: You were given a life. What did you make of it?

It made her think about gifts she received and loved.

None of those gifts were people.

Sometimes Tiny has a bad feeling.

She doesn’t have words for it.

Maybe it isn’t actually bad, or even a feeling.

It rests at the top of her stomach, tucked underneath her ribs. Tiny imagines opening her ribcage like the hood of a car and pulling the feeling out.

Look, she’d say. I can hold this. That means it isn’t me.