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July 12, 2012 / calebdresser

At the Friday Clinic

She did not cry. She did not wriggle or kick or look away. She watched him with blank unfocused eyes because he was in front of her. When he was not in front of her, she watched the wall. It was made from slats of split palm and did not reach the ceiling. There was bird shit on it because the clinic was only open one day per week. She did not know enough to be scared.

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