She’ll be leaving any day now. She’ll wear thick thigh-high socks and mascara and a pair of hoop earrings her mother gave her. Before she leaves, she’ll have a bowl of cereal with 2% milk and a mug of black tea while she reads her horoscope and breathes and thinks. It’s either really fucking early or really fucking late but in any case the sun is
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