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When she comes into the loft, she glares at me with the bright-eyed, serpentine resentment of the dead. In the dry attic, water drips from her hair and pools at her feet. Her lips pull back. I\u2019d forgotten that I used to grimace like that---teeth bared like an animal\u2019s. I\u2019m not her and she isn\u2019t me. When I say \u201cI,\u201d I might mean either one of us, but that\u2019s not precise. I have no past, so I took her memories. I have no name, so I took her name. I had no body, but I have hers now. | Copyright 2016 by An Owomoyela and Rachel Swirsky. Narrated by Gabrielle de Cuir.\nLearn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices