Mawmouth – The Life of a Child

Prologue

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Most human vice is little more than misdirected curiosity. I understand that, above all, what people are pushing at is Me.

After a few occurrences like this, I learn not to say yes every time.

Whenever I snort a few lines, I run around like a chicken with its head cut off, except I’m more of a know-it-all.

This time it was harder to find him.

I may be a teenage runaway and a lesbian, but I’ve still got my smarts.

Five days into the new year and life looks like shit.

How will I survive this?

It’s a voice I remember: low, throaty, boyish but female.

See, now I finally get it that Girl #2 has always been around — she was just in hiding.

But most nights I am far, far away from you.

This year, I feel much older and less excited and less connected somehow, like the mushy slushy snow has perverted my Christian sensibilities.