Abandoning Solutions

Prose

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“I’m not sad!”

“…she said, sadly lacking in vigour and force.”

Gabrielle winced. It was the closest she got to a smile. Anyway, there was a massive stack of clothes waiting to be folded. Why does no one else fucking empty the change-rooms? There was Jean-Jean Josephine. Stupid name, hot jeans.