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Seventy-two
Anelia dragged her feet over to the bathroom and took a shower. Morning had arrived way too early and she wasn’t feeling too motivated to wake up and do much but Brett was right, she had to be stay strong for Dexter. She wouldn’t be helping herself in any way if she abandoned her health.
She stepped out and wiped the large bathroom mirror to look at herself. She looked horrible, to say the least. Her eyes were red and her face bloated from all the crying. The bags underneath her eyes made her want to never show herself to humankind again.
She twisted her neck to look at the hickeys that he had peppered over her neck but mostly over her breasts. She touched them and sighed as she dried herself up with little to no energy. “Hey, you aren’t dying in there right?” A shrill voice shouted the question out, consequently banging on the door.
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