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Original Writing - Prose: "I guess…you just don't know what you'vegot till it's gone."
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"I guess...you just don't know what you've got till it's gone." Every morning she gets up and puts on her face, a face that's going to get her through another day. Just the right shade, respectable but sensuous, the perfect complexion. Clothes carefully and deliberately chosen with just the right fit and colour, to create an ideal illusion. Every morning she glances across at him, usually slumped in 'his' chair staring aimlessly at some pointless morning TV show, and tells him "goodbye darling, have a nice day." Sometimes she receives a grunt, other times he finds a shrug of the shoulders and vague hand gesture sufficient, but today - as numerous times before- nothing. And so she turns, applies one last coat of gloss to the completed illusion and with it the rehearsed smile - and finally, with almost a sense of relief, she leaves. Sandra's not in today, her mothers...
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