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the young girl cries
she met a man once in a while arranged her hair for him that’s all she ever did the old woman looks at her heavy in her armchair cleaning rearranging her spectacles answering first to her then to the audience the walls why there were walls in that conversation wonders the young one the old woman broods carefully her words my dear didn’t you know a baby dies when it doesn’t cry the young woman stares she seems to blend with the white paint mostly on the line between ceiling and walls why is the other one crying this is only my conjunctivitis answers the old woman the lonely one leaves two steps at a time her secrets swayed carefully in another one’s lap
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