When I get ready for work the next day, I find myself wishing, just a little, that Stacey were here to help me with my makeup.It is not a thought I have ever had before.Still, once it enters my mind, I cannot seem to make it go away.I stare at myself in the mirror, taking in the tired woman staring back at me. My face looks more worn than it did a few weeks ago, and no matter how much sleep I get, I seem to wake up looking like I could use another eight hours.I reach for the makeup that Stacey gave me and hesitate.Maybe I should try.Just a little.I eventually give up after staring at everything for several minutes without knowing what half of it is supposed to do.Apparently, I am going to need Stacey's help after all.Getting dressed is not much easier.Normally, I find whatever shirt and pants are closest to the closet door, make sure they are clean, and throw them on. I have never cared much about what I wear. As long as it is comfortable and allows me to move freely, I am h
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