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Female | 20s | Under 3 minutes
Starts on page 21
EXTRACT: Look at that. Disgusting. Little varmints stealing into my pantry, eating our food then leaving behind their little black calling cards. I tell Carl but he doesn’t even care. He just sits there, stone-faced, nursing his drink til I want to slap him. “Say something!”
Female | 20s | Under 3 minutes
Starts on page 26
EXTRACT: Past eight and I’m still lying in. Vern is at work. Baby’s sleepin in the crib. Lloyd must be playing outside, probly doing something filthy. Day looks miserable. Clouds bloated up and angry like they trying to suffocate the sun. I watch a mosquito hover by the window and think about all the things I got to do today. The thought of bending over a tub, scrubbing tar out of Vern’s overalls - I don’t know why I bother. Not when he’ll just come home the next day looking the same.