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Glamour. Fashion.
There were bars on the bathroom window, painted white. An uneasy divide between the geraniums sat pretty on the ledge and the cascading greenery outside.
My jaw is tensed, I am silently but increasingly indignant. My jaw is clenched to diffuse the feeling, to prevent it from clouding my eyes and boiling forth from my lips in a storm of destruction.
It was pouring with rain. She was standing under a yellow umbrella on the pier- a little blot of colour against the sleeting grey landscape.