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An Unopened Medical File From a Colorado Lake House Clinic

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felt of Caroline’s desk, where the morning sun cut through the heavy lace curtains. The spine of the book was stiff, the cardboard corners frayed from the years I had spent hiding it under my mattress at the lake house. Each page was a record of things I had tried to forget, written in the cramped, careful hand of a girl who thought her own body was continue reading …

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