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She sits on the bed, running her slender fingers absently along the cool sheets. A moment of peace... for what? She can hear the voices floating up from below, and through the open window of the room.
Sighing, she gets up and walks towards the door. She reaches haltingly for the knob, then the shaking hand drops resignedly to her side. Why go down when she cannot partake in conversation? Why go down to be treated with pity?
Her lashes flutter, and she turns to face the velvety sky. The moon beckons; an incandescent bauble. How glorious the night is! She closes her eyes unbearably. If only she could... heart throbbing, she opens her mouth now and struggles.
"...ehh....ooh...aaaa...."
The pearls do not fall; they hang precariously from the eyelids but a quick blink sends them back to the tear-ducts. It was to be expected...
She continues standing there, wondering what the night will bring.
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