Parking lot, convenience store, head back in the driver's seat, urine-soaked, thick snotty drool in a string from lip to shoulder, cigarette butts and vomit on the pavement, eyes closed, makeup smeared.
My love, my darling, my sweet baby girl.
Why can I not protect you?
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