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“Okay,” she tells me with a small cheeky smile on her face. “Pizza should be here in about ten minutes. Be down before then or it will be cold. ...h by the way, don’t bother getting dressed, just come down naked,” I say and leave her in the bath and head downstairs. As the pizza delivery guy pulls up on his moped Rita walks downstairs and moves to sit on the sofa as I get up. I go to the back door and take delivery of the pizza, walking straight back into the living room. Rita looking revitalised. As she topped the stairs, she had left herself. Tara’s body was just a shell of a woman walking toward her room. It was as if she were hovering above and the hallway before her was an endless stretch of pain and darkness. The door was before her and her fingers reached out to grasp the polished brass knob. The woman had closed her eyes and took a deep breath and when the door opened, Tara seemed to return to herself, once more becoming complete. A single tear fell from her face and a whimper of. More

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