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sit her on the toilet and run a bath, not
high enough for her to drown, but enough
to get her clean. I wash her, and she
complains the entire time. I’ve learned to
drown out the noise. Billy is a product of
circumstance. I rinse her off and help her
out of the bathtub. She’s shivering, and
when I look at her, I just feel sorry for
her. I wrap her in a towel and lead her to
her bedroom. It stinks of smoke and
vomit, so I set her on a chair and dust
