Teresa in the mirror
frowned. The Frankenstein costume
fit badly over the little girl’s round
stomach. While Desean
tried cutting and sowing the places
that pulled at her. Needles
clenched in his jaw while he thought about the nasty things the
boys would say about his, Teresa,
his beautiful
little girl. His hands
were rough from all of his
careful work sanding
glass. -FM
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