The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

"Look at you." Mom’s voice was sharp. It cut the air in the living room. I stood there. I held the box. It was small. It was red. It was velvet. I looked down. I saw my hands. They were shaking. I was twelve. My name is Arthur. I lived in a house with tall windows. The glass was always dirty. We never cleaned it. It felt like the house was watching us. It felt like the house was breathing....

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