We Kill What We Keep

I’ll be living in a remote mountain cabin for three months, alone. What could go wrong?

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I spent much of my childhood living in my head. Summers I’d spend lying on my fire escape watching squirrels ravage the trees. I’d peer into my neighbors’ windows and picture the lives they led. I occupied my days with fiction — the names I’d give them, their way of talk, the…