Excerpts from Lamb.

I spent the time waiting to assume my 1:00 AM watch last night completing Moga's sleeper hit,
'I'm Scared of Girls.'

It's one of those beautiful things that hit surprisingly close to home.

It's not frequent that I talk about Emily, but it really reminded me so much of her.

I wish I were more equipped to help her. I should write her or something.

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'I'm Scared of Girls' is a title about Lamb. Lamb is a recently deceased transgender woman.
Urged to sever spiritual ties so that she can be reborn, Lamb wades through her memories, occasionally woefully out of order, given you ephemeral glimpses of who Lamb was and the events leading up to her death.

Each excerpt you're treated to is sub-bulleted underneath the constant rain, which Lamb says is a product of a 'Broken Climate' that set in sometime after a fight with her parents, and set to beautiful piano.

I'm tagging this

As a massive

SPOILER

Because below, for those of you not

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Can read some of Lamb's many memories:

"It started when I was kicked out - or ran away.
The difference was slim as soon as I disappeared.

I was told to never come back.
It was also the day the Climate broke.
This town became a rain zone - with constant cloud cover and rain.

I was standing in it outside without an umbrella.
All my clothes, papers, and everything got soaked. Officially.

It was supposed to be a normal day - but I did something stupid.
I've crossdressed for ages - I have the body and face for it.
Something about a hormone imbalance, but either way, after days of trying out clothes, I was found out.

Everyone in my house freaked.
I was already a trouble, but this just gave them another excuse to rip me a new one.

After I was slapped around by my parents - I went for a kitchen knife.
They instantly called the Police and I bolted.

I ran upstairs, packed what I could - which happened to be the girl's clothing already in my bag, my cellphone, and a knife - And now here I am.

Soaked.

You could probably see my boy parts if you looked hard enough.

I've got to go somewhere - I guess I'll just try and find shelter."



I met him at the Library. I tripped into this older guy - he looked kind of mean - but he apologized and insisted on buying me a drink.
So I let him.
He went by Pitt.
Then we sat down outside and talked for awhile. At first it was awkward and quiet. Then-
"Do you believe in Ghosts?"
"U-Um-..."
"Nevermind."
"Yes. Yes, I do."
"Really? Why?"
I was silent, then I told him - I took another jump.
Normally, I'd have ran after tripping into someone.
"I see them. A lot."
There has always been something wrong with me. if it wasn't one thing, it was another.
But I can see things people don't. Sometimes, I see ghosts. Sometimes, I travel just by touching something-

One time, I even watched myself taking a test in class - but after that, I was so freaked out I haven't been back in class since.
I wasn't doing too well before that, anyways.
"Wow."
"It's weird."
"It is weird. But I am weirder."
He reached into his pocket-
"This is a Swiss Army Knife. I've had it for a long time. Want to hold it?"
"Um- No."
"What? I'm not going to stab you, or something- Here-"
He grabbed my hands and placed it there.
And then it happened.



After I was kicked out, and before I started working at the Office
I did two strange things. The first was when I had got a jog at a midnight diner-
I picked up everything pretty, got along with all the people there as well as I could.
But the customers were strange - out of the corner of my eyes, they were just dark masses constantly deforming and reforming.
I thought it was my eyes, but it happened nearly every night there.
One of the customers that came after midnight talked to me when I was sitting outside on break.
He asked me if I'd come back to his apartment for some cash, and shoved a card in my hand.
I flat out refused - but he just smiled and walked off.
For some reason, I kept the card.
About a month afterwards, I was fired.





After I lost my job at the Midnight Diner, I didn't have any leads for anything.
My friends had all went their ways and my cellphone was constantly out of service somehow.
Again in the rain, the back of my mind fell out.
I placed a fake smile on.
Brushed my white dress off - and called the number on the card I got earlier from a guy.
Over the line, I could hear his breathing lustfully drool over the prospect-
"Hey there, remember me? From the diner? I was wondering-..."
"I'll send a cab to get you - where are you?"
The cab came crawling up - and I swore I heard funeral bells before I got in.
That night I was passed around like a drinking bottle,
And the last thing I remember is some cash being thrown on me
Soaking up fluids that had been excreted.



I had ran from the apartment the moment I woke back up.
I didn't even bother to wash-off. My dress was disordered and stained.
I felt awful.
My legs felt broke, but were still working properly.
On my right arm there was a bruise in the shape of a hand.
A tattoo burned onto me by pure intent and my desperate attempt--
The money wasn't even worth it...



I had become a regular at the office.
Apparently, the workers and construction managers had become used to
Or even liked me in office-girl clothing. The stares I got as my butt passed nearly made me squeamish. But after awhile, I got over that. One guy, though, his name was - I can't think of it actually.
One day he found me and awkwardly asked me to meet him upstairs in the lounge on the Third Floor.

I was kind of scared but not as paranoid at that point - so I did.
He started twitching when I got there; he didn't even say anything.
Then he started vibrating uncontrollably - and finally, the back of his head blew up, sending blood all over the back wall.

For a second, I did nothing.
Then I passed out from shock.
Later, they said that he died from some obscure medical disorder that had developed to a lethal degree.
Poor guy.
I
Don't even know his name.