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Can it be that her mind is playing tricks on her? She glances to the left, at the window. Yes, it is certainly closed shut, for she had turned on the central air-conditioning system to a mildly cool temperature. Yet her hair (a dark chocolate shade) seems to be dancing about her ear. In that particular way...
With a shiver, her hands raise to hug herself ~ "This is crazy...I am going crazy... oh, Albert! Why do you torment me so?!" ~ Her anguished voice mingling with the music in the background. Hastily, she gets up, walks across the room and turns off the stereo.
Closing her eyes, she stands by the cupboard, inhaling deeply ~ You lout... you absolute lout... you've made a mess of my life and I've allowed you to do so. ~ Tears begin to roll down her pale cheeks, unchecked.
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