![]() ![]() “Here we go,” she says, her voice unsteady. The squeal of a rusty hinge splits the silence of the stockroom, and Maggie’s eyes widen, panic spreading from her face to mine. And hey”-she lets go of my arm and takes my hand-“maybe this is the one. Maybe I make her feel better just by being there, even if I’m only something to be squeezed. She’s still clenching my arm, stopping the blood from flowing to my hand-but I don’t say a word. Her face softens, dread fading into grief. “Fight? With what? Should we throw combs at him? You have plans for a tampon cannon or something?” I kick a rusty bolt across the floor. I look around at the mountain of toilet paper, the stacks of cardboard boxes full of shampoo and cigarettes. “This is when it happens.” Her gaze bores into me. “ T HIS IS IT, BEN.” Maggie’s eyes are wide, pupils big and black like puddles of ink. ![]()
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