This story is part three of three. Part two is “Emily’s Notes.”

Kids are always putting me in their pictures. I don’t mind; I feel for them. Their fathers, doctors, hand-wringing mothers — they all get it wrong. I’m not what goes into their crooked little skulls. I am what comes out.

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