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You’re almost twelve.
Staring through the fire at Sean. The tips of the flames lick the top branches of the bush you’ve both spent all day hollowing out.
You’re holding the stolen aerosol can. Sean’s nervous smile.
Your willing apprentice.
He can’t see me, even though I’m standing right next to him.
You look at the can. Then at me. The flames dance in between us.
“ Do it ,” I say.
You smile at Sean, then throw it in.
