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Submitted to Contest #116
“Shit,” she mumbled as she opened the door of their rugged, one-bedroom apartment. She rustled through her bag, reaching for the air horn she carried to wake her mother up from her high and drunken state. She blew it right beside her ear, “Wake the fuck up,” she said, irritation bounced around in her windpipe so vigorously it needed to be released. “Jesus Christ Madalyn,” her mother yelled, swatting her hands in the air, “I worked a long night at the Strip, can’t you give me a break?” Madalyn ignored the plea of her mother, rol...
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