until the disclosure was no longer mandated by law and she could be rid of this wretched
property.
She turned off the lights and locked the door slowly, returning the key to its lockbox with a soft click. She limped down the path in her high heels, her body leaning slightly
to the left due to the weight of the colossal purse slung carelessly over her shoulder. She
kept two fingers pressed firmly on her right eye in an attempt to suppress her twitching
eyelid. When she reached her car, she leaned down to scratch her leg and discovered a
long run in her opaque pantyhose. She exhaled dejectedly. It was one more item to buy
that she couldn’t afford.
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