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Returning from the mall very nearly put her in a good mood. After all, she had clothes, she had a means of transportation (albeit, crappy), and she had, during a "run to the ladies' room," procured some fun stuff, too.
Some of it she hides under the comforter she'd brought back from the mall and the raggety blankets that had been in the room when she got inside. But there's one thing she doesn't hide.
Standing by the window, trying to spot something, anything but the dismal grey of the landscape, the woman known as 'Natalie' is drinking out of a small bottle of clear liquid, and though the first swallow conjures a look of disgust... that doesn't mean she stops drinking it.
Some of it she hides under the comforter she'd brought back from the mall and the raggety blankets that had been in the room when she got inside. But there's one thing she doesn't hide.
Standing by the window, trying to spot something, anything but the dismal grey of the landscape, the woman known as 'Natalie' is drinking out of a small bottle of clear liquid, and though the first swallow conjures a look of disgust... that doesn't mean she stops drinking it.