My mother told me I was cut from a bolt of cloth, mirrored halves of my body splayed open on her sewing table. She traced my skull, measured my arms and legs. Finally, she stitched me closed, black seams crisscrossing my palms, the backs of my calves, like tiny railroad tracks.
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