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And now it’s climbing up onto the bed, my side, careful so careful not to wake the man sleeping beside me, it’s coming to get me, it’s coming. Because it remembers me, too, from all those years before. And it’s not going to let me get away from it a second time.

Black Fox Literary Magazine Issue #3  

The Winter Issue of Black Fox Literary Magazine featuring new fiction, poetry, non-fiction and photography.

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