Transcription: I went into the bathroom and opened the bottom cabinet. There was a whole box of cotton balls, sterile until opened, the package said. I reached in and grabbed a few. My heart was pounding, which seemed stupid because what was I so afraid of anyway? I mean, if my mother saw me grab some cotton balls, she wouldn't say anything. I used them all the time to put calamine on my summer mosquito bites, to clean off my cuts and bruises, to put on my face lotion at night. But my heart kept pounding anyway because I knew what I was going to do with the cotton balls. I tiptoed back to my room and closed ...
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