The first time I acknowledged to myself that I loved you, a patch of my skin blistered and died. The remnant was rough to the touch, the dull crimson of poison ivy, and crinkled like a first-degree burn. It was on my left arm near the elbow. It’s funny in retrospect how little I minded….
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