Learning to die

She wakes up a little late , makes herself a cup of tea. We live like we are going to live forever, she thinks. She gets into her shorts and shoes and a baggy tshirt and does her morning workout routine. 50 Jumping jacks. 50 crunches. 45 Jumping Jacks. 45 push-ups. She showers. She braids a french braid , apply Khol carefully to her eyes. Puts on pink lip gloss. Sticks a very small embellishment in her braided her. She smiles at herself in the mirror. She pours herself cereal, adds milk, adds a handful of prunes. Prunes makes everything better. She reads her mail while waiting for her cab. She locks her gate and off she goes. Off she goes to live. Off she goes to die. 




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