"The curves of everything feel weighty upon you. You are hyper-aware of their vivid shapes, their colorful intentions. You have not slept for nights, because you are becoming a book. You were told by the old scarved woman in the alley that's what it takes. One page for every day you don't sleep. You break each day into moments: some are paragraphs; some are commas; some are quotations in italics."
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