"We're twins," Jillie says. "We're supposed to look alike." She drags from her cigarette, then ashes it out the window. "At the hospital, they used to chain the windows, so I couldn't throw myself out." She shrugs. "I don't think, even at my worst, I would have. But I guess I don't know."
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Date: 2016-12-12 09:40 pm (UTC)