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It was small, hidden beneath my collarbone—half bruise, half burn, shaped like the crescent of a jaw.
It wasn’t a bite.
It was him.
The world ended, and people got hungry—for food, for warmth, for touch.
He got hungry for something else: permanence.
We found each other in a flooded church, scavenging the same can of peaches. I let him have it. He offered a flashlight. That’s how love begins now. Trade-offs.
We traveled together after that—just ...
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