55-Word Story

Mistress Past Her Prime Leaves Door Open

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"When you walk out this door I don't cease to exist." I cried, shivering in my dime-store negligee.

The neighbors mustn't see me standing here, I thought, sagging in places plastic surgeons mark in permanent ink.

He turned, unforgettable eyes piercing my hastily-constructed armor. "Yes you do. To me you do." I closed the door.

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