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December Due Date: 31/3/23 Genre: TBC I When she woke up the silence was gone, replaced instead by loud pulsing noises. They travelled through the walls and hit her squarely between the eyes. She blinked. One blink at time she though. Each a deliberate act of manifestation as she wished the sounds away. The same deliberation she had had last night as she had peeled off each item of clothing from her body. First to go was the t-shirt her mother had given her in one of those acts of generosity that her mother was wont to have. The acts were not commonplace, no her everyday acts of were reserved for her grandkids. There was barely ever anything left for the mothers of those children. “Oh, take this.” It wasn’t a request. The Oh delivered in a flat insistence that brooked no argument. Not that she would have said no. That would have led to an argument. An argument she would surely lose. For what could she say? That her mother’s clothes had no place on her body? Or perhaps she would tell