hy did it matter? Why did it make so much sense for her to behave in
this irrational way? She never meant it to harm anyone, she just didn't
want her getting in the way of things. She knew it had to be put together
and it was such nonsense. She was being completely taken advantage of.
It was much harder for her to do it than it was for the rest of them and
they needed her to do it, to do it all. It was tiresome. It was hard. She should have threatened not to."I should have threatened her. I should have made her do it!" went over and over in her skull. And then she would forget what she was thinking about. Eventually she would return to it, feeling like an idiot.
"Blue flames.
Blue flames on my window...."
she said to herself, in an attempt to make herself feel creative. What did it mean? What are blue window flames? She consoled herself by repeating the adage her olf acting teacher told her...
"It doesn't matter, it's all too weird anyway."
She looked into her pail, wondering who would drink the water.
"I shouldn't have to pay her for it, she's turning into a junky," echoed off the tired walls.
There's too much time to do little else and she didn't care about it. She didn't realize how little she cared until she found herself snoring into the open drain.
With a headache.
And plaster up her nose.
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