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m mirror buzzed. It was a low, mechanical hum t
he plastic stic
ink l
olors she had ever seen in her life
ed from her face, leaving her skin the color o
grip. It hit the bottom of the tras
into the trash, and snatched the stick back out. Her hands shook so hard she coul
iti
like a physical b
r knuckles turning stark white. She gagged. Her throat spasmed, bu
shut. She tried to f
. The gradu
e music vibrating in her ribs. The blinding flash of strobe
remembered her roommate, Isla, holdi
th
space. It was like someone had taken
nds hard against her forehead.
adow. A b
cologne that college boys bathed in. It was t
eyes. But there was no face. Just the eyes, and th
he sting did nothing to clear the fog
ount her intimate experiences on one hand, and they
couldn't even put a name or a fac
and pulled out her phone. Her thumb
e Balanc
r. She was a senior in college. She worked twenty hours a week
she rais
en know who t
ight shifts as a security guard. Her mother scrubbed toilets at a downtown hote
She could not be another heavy
it up in her palm.
are yo
n hard on the inside of her cheek untilyped
. Just h
edge of the sink and looked in the mirror. Dark purple circles bru
to do so
r fingers hovered over the keyboard. Sh
was a sponsored ad for a women's
ded with soft pastel colors and wo
er the button that r
ed at her lower abdomen. It was a physical remin
ed on the way into her lungs. She close
d. An email notification poppe
onfirmed. Tom
the sink. She was entirely

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