She pummeled my shoulders with her fists, releasing the hurt she'd brought back from Riverdale, another hurt heaped onto the years of hurt, screaming, "Fuck you, you fucking bastard!" and me straying through that turbulent darkness, lost now, disappearing into the terrifying uncertainty of where I began and Glenna ended, and no longer caring about the distinction, just surrendering myself to the ecstatic rhythm of her rage.
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