12. Cleocatra

12

Cleocatra

I will never forgive her for this.

Gloves, probes, a thermometer in places I’d rather not say.

Like the last time I was here, I will never recover from this. There are dogs here.

Disgusting .

I’m going to hide under the bed and refuse to eat.

I will ignore Dad.

I will claw at the rug until it’s in tatters.

The curtains she just made will be destroyed.

I’ll never play with her again. Dad, too.

And then I will take a nap because my throat is sore from alerting them of my impending death.

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