She Brushed Her Eyelashes Against His Chest.

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I Would Have Done Anything For Him. Maybe That Was My Sickness.

Sometimes People Who Seem Good End Up Being Not As Good As You Might Have Hoped, You Know?

In Truth I Was Manufacturing A Brick Wall Of Shits.

What? She Said Once To Herself, And Then Once Aloud, What? She Felt A Total Displacement, Like A Spinning Globe Brought To A Sudden Halt By The Light Touch Of A Finger. How Did She End Up Here, Like This? How Could There Have Been So Much - So Many Moments, So Many People And Things, So Many Razors And Pillows, Timepieces And Subtle Coffins - Without Her Being Aware? How Did Her Life Live Itself Without Her?