We sat on the porch under a red, fading sky, with a blanket drawn over our shoulders. I felt the heat spill out from the cracks that split the pavement like open sores.
"It feels so fucking stupid to be cold right now," she whispered. "Keep me warm. Please."
I pulled the edges of the blanket together, over her arms, over the spots where she no longer had skin to cover her.
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