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Eyes open at 1:00 a.m. sharp, 1:01. 1:02. Staring at nothing. What is she doing? She is ready for sleep; she’s even wearing pajamas. Her teeth have been brushed, Her bed calls. 1:03. She must not be real. Her eyes are Glass marbles. Her hair is plastic. Her teeth are stone. 1:04 a.m., still awake, and yet, Not there.

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