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i waited in line for a stall of my own. long curtains separated each section. i knew i shouldn't be here. i was pricked and fell asleep. curled up on the toilet in the house i grew up in, i woke up. my right hand held a boy in the shape of a small bird. his beak looked like two fingernails glued together. his matted feathers were hot pink.