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Posted: Mon Apr 09, 2018 3:12 pm
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After a long while of wandering, Stacy began to feel lost. Every rack of clothing began to appear the same. Her guiding compass, Samantha, had run forth without her, leaving her to navigate the layout alone.
Somehow, without her friend around, Stacy began to feel better. Her dread was vanishing a little. It was, by no means, gone. However, the weight on her shoulders had become noticeably lighter. Though something about these clothes was bothering her. They seemed arrogant, mocking almost. They threw her onto the cold floor and kicked her while she was down. She wanted to close her eyes and get them out of her sight, but she needed to find Samantha.
It was then, that she saw someone standing at one of the racks. It wasn't Samantha, but Steph. She was holding a teal maternity dress in her hands, looking forlorn at its patterns. Stacy could tell at an instant that Steph was feeling the same type of dread that she was feeling. For a brief moment, they shared eye contact with one another. No angry looks, no insults, no animosity whatsoever. They just stared, pitying one another.
For once, Stacy wondered how different they really were. Externally, they were worlds apart. Though spiritually, they were in the same spot. They felt exactly the same way, but were simply put under different circumstances than the other. They were both suffering in the same way, just to different extents. Stacy was almost tempted to give her a hug, and felt as if Steph was thinking the same thing.
After that brief moment of eye contact, which felt as though it was an eternity, Stacy walked on to find where Samantha had gone. Steph had put the maternity dress back with a sigh.
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Posted: Mon Apr 09, 2018 4:42 pm
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Posted: Thu Apr 12, 2018 5:41 am
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