She was sitting on her bed, staring down at a book, flipping the pages. A few tears were falling onto the paper, smudging the black ink. You guys had gotten into a fight again, but this was especially bad. You had hit her. For the first time ever. Then, you went off to work, threatening more if your work day was terrible, which it usually was. She looked at the clock. It's getting closer and closer to the end of your shift, and she was a mess. She hated herself for letting this happen to her.
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