How to kill a baby
My friend throws something to me, the equivalent of a soccer ball, and I catch it.
It's my head.
It's not my decapitated head or anything. My head is still on my body.
But, now I'm cradling another one in my arms — an exact replica, a clone.
I'm looking down at my own head with confusion.
It's looking back up at me, animated, innocently blinking, wide e…
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