Her voice in my head.
You can't carry that. It's dangerous to be there. The roads flood there. That's too heavy for you. Kids will steal from the mailbox. You're at that age when men's backs begin to go.
No! No! No! No!
Oh lord, oh lord, save us, protect us from the fear and the anger, teach us to become the people we need to become to survive.
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