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And when nothing was said and done,
she threw on her jacket, pulled it closely around her hungry body,
wondering if if would always come down to this.
The weight of all her unspeakable- or unspoken- petty concerns,
her distorted personal truths or inventions, the self-deceits and innovative illusions
suddenly pressed on her with unimaginable force.
It was not heavy, it was gravity of gargantuan proportions.
She pulled out her key and as she turned it, a stranger passing by slowed down, eyeing her closely.
- Have a good evening, he said and produced a fleeting smile before going about his ways.
Key in hand in mid-air, she paused and took a deep, unsuccessful breath.
And it all came tumbling down.
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