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What a fool.She thought this day would be special --
she was meeting a lover
for the first time
today.
Such a fool.
Now she stands alone in a strange motel room --
she said something wrong
and he walked out
on her.
As she stares at herself in the mirror,
her reflection shouts obscenities at her,
making her feel like such a
nobody.
So she leaves the room slowly --
closing the door quietly,
leaving a part of herself
behind
in the wastebasket
with the garter belt and stockings.
Poor little fool.
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