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it did her. It seemed odd, finally being so close to this woman.<br />
Without the bright lights on her, she looked no older than a<br />
child. I watched as the doctor took a look at her. She rolled up<br />
her dress, and pointed to the spot where the fire had touched<br />
her. It became apparent that this was not the first time she had<br />
been burned. Soft, pink, charred skin marked her body all over.<br />
She turned her head and there was a mark over her eye that her<br />
hair covered and could not been seen at a distance. I waited with<br />
her. She gave grimaces at the doctor’s touch.<br />
By the time we left the tent, she was in high spirits. We<br />
wandered the carnival together. Most of the big attractions were<br />
over, and clowns were about collecting trash in barrels. It was a<br />
bright night in July. The sky full of stars. We went slowly through<br />
the paths.<br />
“You must be tired,” she said.<br />
“I’m alright. I don’t mind staying up,” I said. That night she<br />
brought me back to her cot. She let me touch her. My hands<br />
running over her skin. Noting each scar and burn through the<br />
years. We slept together that night. The whirr of crickets playing<br />
in the fields coming in through the window. She had a sweet<br />
smell like wild flowers and smoke. Lying with our eyes closed, my<br />
skin pressed against hers. She felt warm, like a fire burned under<br />
her skin.<br />
“I hate fire,” she said.<br />
“Do you?”<br />
“Yes. It does nothing but burn and scar.”<br />
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