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The first time was the worst. I woke up clutching sweat-soaked sheets and flipped on the light to make sure. It was so real, so pleasant, and then so very wrong and horrible. It was the night after I found her purple and pliant in her studio. When I’d offered her help, she’d curled into me like a kitten, then pinned me in place with a look and a desperate gesture. I should’ve walked away after that. I tried. But I’m tired of walking away. Besides, she needed me. I’d done nothing wrong. I still haven’t done anything wrong.