Who would have thought that the shower stall would be so conducive
to crying? Heartrending passionate sobs that racked the length of her body.
Soft tears of disappointment that cut a silent course along her face. Eyes that
had exhausted their ability to cry, and now vacant, stared at the wall. Fifteen
minutes was all it took. Fifteen minutes of solitude when she could give free
reign to her emotions. Fifteen minutes, at the end of which, out she stepped,
with bright eyes, a smile playing on her lips and a spring in her steps.
Fifteen minutes for which the mask slipped. Fifteen minutes was all it took.
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