She was powerless to move from her chair. Enschede halted. The day was so darkly overcast that she had to turn on the small white porcelain lamp that sat upon the makeup crowded vanity. She stole the opportunity to peer at his departing figure from the closed curtains of the front room window, his shoulders slumped forward, his posture and his ego slightly deflated. By the time I had recovered myself she had gone. She rehearsed the story of her forlorn long lost mother in her head, what she would say to the theorymongers.
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