She was a different woman, happy, placid. She stood there, in front of this huge white wall, thinking. She wanted more, needed more. Satisfaction was out of reach, so far she cried. But today was better, her tears stopped leaking and her heart slowed down its race. « It is for the best », she whispered slowly as she walked down the aisle of the loft.
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