Rubbernecking Reminds Us That We Are Alive

Jessie Singer
Aug 24, 2017 · 4 min read

In New York City, an 11-year-old girl named Jamoneisha woke up screaming. She had been first to fall asleep at a slumber party. No one drew on her forehead. No one froze her bra.

But Jamoneisha’s friend had boiled water, and then she poured it on Jamoneisha’s face.

In Roanoke, a 62-year-old woman named Mary caught on fire. She had been arguing with her boyfriend…

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