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A Better Life

 

The car jolted.

Her weary eyes 

opened slowly

Like mechanical shutters 

 

Flickering through trees,

the dying sunlight

stabbed at her sight

with golden shards.

 

Mouth dry

Limbs weak

Clothes damp

Daddy?

 

A stench of sweat 

Lingered in tobacco air 

Made her cough

Made her gag

 

Where's Daddy?

she croaked

Muffled laughter

Gon...

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