I Remember – #242

I remember a girl who couldn’t touch milk, and if she swallowed it, she would feel burning on the inside as the milk slid down her throat.  Her laugh was like the squeak of a dog’s chew toy – sharp, piercing, coming in spurts.

-21 May 2015

This post is part of the I Remember series.

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