Twenty Seven
By mid afternoon, I was still on the couch. Unwashed, still in my fancy clothes from last night. My hair was a mess, and my face, messier.
Wrapped in a blanket, eyes puffy, and surrounded by used tissues. At some point I had opened a tub of ice cream and had a few bites. The rest was now melted, ...
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28. Twenty Eight
29. Twenty Nine
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36. Thirty Six
37. Thirty Seven
38. Thirty Eight
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