Intertwined

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Grace

Grace sat on the patio and lit a cigarette, she took a deep drag and exhaled slowly. The first light of day had begun to show, it had been a long night. She looked down at her hands looking past the dirt she noticed that a few of her manicured nails were broken.

“I’ll have to trim them all down.” She thought as she poured a glass of Jack and downed it.

Finishing her cigarette and letting out a sigh, she arose from the patio chair and wandered inside and up the stairs. Slowly taking her clothes off and dropping them into the hamper, standing in the bathroom she took out the fingernail clippers from her make-up bag and trimmed her fingernails, short. She then stepped into the shower and turned on the water.

Letting the water wash away the dirt, tears started to stream down her face as…

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