Dirty

She hadn’t taken a bath in days. Her armpits smelled. The clothes she was wearing smelled. She wished there was a bath, a place to get cleaned up. Normal. When was the last time she had felt normal, like her real self? She didn’t remember anymore. It was too painful to think about.

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