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So I stayed a night with Serena in her house. Her mother thought it might help because Serena talks to me. And I would do anything not to be at home. We had a tidy little dinner with her parents. They didn’t talk. I had the impression they were against talking during eating. Maybe there is a medical theory about that, the digestion idk. And Serena did the pollock smile all the way through. Miss Goody Two Shoes. I wanted to gut her with the breadknife and saw her into manageable parts and distribute them evenly over the entire county. For the fucking crows. And they had DVDs for us to watch afterwards. Her father was on call and about ten he was called out to an emergency at the hospital. They have eye emergencies apparently. Maybe accidents idk. Her mother said goodnight and to turn out the lights, Daddy could be all night. And we turned out the lights. And we undressed together. And we saw each others’ cuts. And we talked it over. For me it was the noise. For her it was the silence. Same difference. Nobody tells us anything. She touched my cuts and I touched hers. Like Doubting Thomas in the Bible. I put my hand into her wound. Except I never doubted. We didn’t talk much idk. By midnight it was over. It was the first good sleep I had in weeks. We decided we needed to run away.