Wishful thinking was all-consuming. She wanted to wash this madness away. She wondered if her tear-soaked blouses would take away future tears if washed away in the laundry.
There was no time for laundry. They all got into the van and headed out for a nighr of pretense. Smiles. Maybe even giggles. It was all just magical thinking.
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