She rings at the door. It's weird to see her standing there, waiting for me to open the door. We smile to each other, uneasy smiles that are supposed to fill the absence of words. She doesn't know what to do, really. Everything that was familiar a few days ago needs my permission, now. Ellen probably was thinking of showing indifference through
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