She never knows when it might strike. The rage. And when it does, she loses her grip on herself – literally. At times, she could swear she sees another self – shiny black phantom, faceless, as though clad in a bodysuit – leaping out of her, pulling the rest of her in its wake. Over the edge.
-Ann-Marie MacDonald
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