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In the trunk of his car. He threw me in there like I was groceries he had just picked off of the shelves and thrown in his cart. Ready to take home to cook up and eat. In his trunk, banging on my surroundings. Wanting so desperately to get out...
Fixed. I wish that one day I could be fixed. I wish I could feel fixed, if nothing else. Fixed sounds like such a far off place though. The moon? The next universe? Maybe it's right in front of me. One day I'll find it, and that day will be the best, and scariest ever.