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The sky was never my court date.


If I died once. If I left the body.


Habeas corpus.


This is not my grave.


The value in a dead woman


is that she cannot be killed


again or cross-examined.


The value in being the dead


woman at trial is the Crown


doesn't represent you




The value in being


dead is that it's impolite


to speak ill


of you.


What is called






A swab taken


of every orifice.


Were there any


identifying marks?


Were you in fact


on the moon


that night,


Miss Howard?


Did you make a choice?


I made a cut—it released something.


I broke the line.

True Value

Liz Howard

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