00:00Small towns have a way of hiding significant things, not in plain sight, but in the silence
00:06between houses, the thickness of woods no one walks into anymore, and the spaces we
00:12convince ourselves are just birds, or just wind.
00:18I was fifteen the night it happened.
00:20We weren't drunk, we weren't high, we were four bored kids cutting through a path we'd
00:26walked a hundred times, a path that was as familiar to us as our own names, but that
00:33night laughter echoed from the bush, a little girl's laughter, light, almost playful, if
00:41not for how wrong it sounded.
00:44We stopped, I looked left into the golf course opening, and something looked back, not all
00:51of it, just enough to disturb the way I sleep.
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