The few lines seemed to say it all.
Spare the ugly face
Her mind was like her Grandmother's refrigerator : a jumble of little things, some moldy beyond recognition but still frugally saved - two brown coins of banana, few spoonfuls of rice - all in little plastic - wrapped up in squares. She couldn't get them unstuck any more than she could open her eyes. She couldn't get her eyes to open, not even for a second.
She wasn't sad.
You weren't supposed to be sad at your own death. But she wasn't joyous either.
Where was the bliss?
Merry Christmas if I don't see you.
We're in love. Them & me. On a scale of one to ten, my guilty level was at an eight.
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