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She stared down the drain as though watching her life, not the wash water, gravitate towards hell. Slowly, as though her head weighed more than the world, she raised her head and met the red-rimmed eyes that looked out of the haggard face in the mirror. The face hardened.
"I will have this baby."
"I will have this baby."
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The drive to the city was always a long drive. In the car with her parent's it was a long two hours with them telling her all of her failings and wondering benignly if she'd ever grow up. On the bus it was a long and scenic six hour drive, where she could contemplate her own failings at her leisure and accompanied by whatever was in her discman.
On this rainy afternoon, with the pastures and praries around her hazy with the distant mist and distorted close up by the rain streaming across the window of the bus, she thought about what a complete and total spazz she was, accompanied by November Rain in her discman.
She breathed onto the glass and made an oblong mist in the glass and, with her left hand, reached up and drew a heart with the legend: TR + LF
Her hand dropped back into her lap and she stared dejectedly at it while the outside world blurred past her. Slowly the image faded and she was staring out at the grey landscape berating herself.
