a couple days later she analyzed the
reoccuring drop that her stomach made when
she saw a picture with the two of them.
When she abandoned the construction of a book
formulated for him, how when she heard a
certain note in a song...she dwindled close
but fought from tears.
Oh because of him. she thinks more,
questions more. Mrs. Detective she slowly becomes
as she promises herself she'll never be so lost in fantasy that she is blind to the hints and clues
and truth
staring her in the face.
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