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In my bathroom the fan creates suction in the cupboards under the sink. I can tell because when I put my fingers on them I can feel the air blowing out. I take photos of myself in the mirror sometimes after sex to remember it. What underwear I was wearing. When my nails looked like they had braces shred into them. When the skin beneath my breasts, where the wire hits, was the softest part.