I survived reading banned books all I got was smarter and more empathetic shirt

I survived reading banned books all I got was smarter and more empathetic shirt

If it definitely is hair cutting and not just her recently cut hair that shed in clumps due to decomposition/insect activity, that could fit with the theory I posited of I survived reading banned books all I got was smarter and more empathetic shirt being someone who knew her killing her in a spontaneous incident. For example if she did have autism or learning difficulties and was having her hair cut because it had gotten tangled because she found brushing it difficult, and her parent/carer they (maybe because they were abusive, maybe because they’d just gotten so overwhelmed) and had to cut all her hair and then in that interaction they just snapped. Alternatively If she was living with someone abusing her where hair is involved in the sexual abuse (smelling it, complimenting it, or something more) she may have cut it herself as a way to try and stop the abuse or anger her abuser. If she was in that float at least a few days that would be around 22/23rd October? Isn’t that a bit early to be celebrating Halloween at a party? The clothing also wasn’t a Halloween costume per se. Those two things immediately made me think of neurodivergent children and young adults who wear what is comfortable or is their favourite versus what’s ‘appropriate’.

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My eyes were glued to the I survived reading banned books all I got was smarter and more empathetic shirt spot they’d jet away from, convinced one would jump out. Dash was standing next to my left leg and I heard him growl. Without looking away I said quietly “I know bud, they’re assholes.” I leaned back into the door frame. When my gaze reached the steps heading down from the front door, my body reacted faster than my mind did. The noise blistered into my ear, making me wince and throw my arms up to protect my face as I buckled away from the man I’d realized was standing immediately to the left of the front door, 2 feet from me. He’d screamed right into my ear – “BAHHH” Dash shot out the door, planting on top of the steps, barking furiously into the night. I brought my hands down and looked up at Buck. He was standing there shaking his hands at his sides, bopping up and down on the balls of his feet, breathing heavily, glaring at me with boiling rage, like a bareknuckle boxer waiting for the first bell. Sasha was in the living room yelling at me to tell her what was going on. I took a deep breath, “it’s fine love.” I stepped by Buck and leaned down to grab Dash’s collar, hauling him back into the front door. Dash was pissed. As I pulled him back past Buck, he snapped toward the ghost so fast and hard I heard the snap of his jaws echo out into the dark. Buck flinched away from the bite, putting his hands out as though to block the dog. His reaction was so surprising I froze. Dash didn’t even know where Buck was, he was barking and looking around everywhere, it was just a lucky snap in the right direction. They really are terrified of dogs… “Please take Dash babe,” Sash helped me pull him in, and I leaned on the door frame and looked back at Buck.

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