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I swallowed hard. What was I supposed to say? Automatically I wanted to tell her I was fine. But as she sat there in the middle of garbage piles, several weeks worth of laundry and dirty plates with bits of rotting food, she would certainly know that I was in no way fine. So I said nothing.
A Dozen Elephants
So, to keep the thoughts at bay I focus solely on putting on a pair of shoes. Then I wash my face. And slap on some lipstick. With my purse under my arm I disapparate, almost hoping I'll splinch myself just to feel something beside self-hatred.
Brick by Brick
I swallow. Several times. It's like my mouth is suddenly the Sahara desert.
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