She felt a prick of a sharp needle on her arm. Again they were drawing blood; tears emerged and slowly rolled down from the corner of her eyes.
She opened her eyes to find herself alone in her room. She looked at her arm and found a small cut that she made yesterday. It tingled when she touched.
So it was that. She thought and wiped her tears.
Sunday, March 23, 2008
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