Feeling sick, Mercedes counted the bathroom tiles one more time
Outside she could still hear Jeffery prowling around the bedroom
Couldn’t he leave for work already? He’s going to be late.
Until he leaves I’m not leaving here. I need to find my center. I need to…
She threw up in the toilet again. At least maybe it was his.
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The Art of Prose and Poetry
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