Jones came back down after washing her face. She felt uncertain about being so vulnerable. Her eyes were underscored with dark circles and the little lines that makeup usually hid well enough, but something inside her wanted Elsie to see. Maybe to give her another chance to turn back. Before she invested too much. Before they both did. Elsie was in the kitchen spreading peanut butter on a Pop-Tart. “Sorry, I’ve been running all day so I made toast. Are those my clothes?” Jones looked down at the loose sweatpants and baggy Haters Gonna Hate t-shirt with Statler and Waldorf. “Yes.” “And here I
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