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She watched the calm water too hot to drink incarcerated within the limits of her porcelain mug letting it incinerate her palm with its heat. A tear escaped her eye as she overturned the mug letting all the blues glide down her thighs making them glow red.

The doorbell was heard, but she was too immersed in her misery to care more.

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