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Effect

They call it the “Kelly effect,” my friends who want to take photos like mine. They watch me work to see what I’m doing and squeal over meeting me because they have seen my work. They don’t know the other…

Break

I remember now, the way I woke up the morning after the never. I remember how I wanted to throw up, how the tears wouldn’t stop. I remember wondering how I would ever live again. I remember the words that…