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She touches the curtain the exact same amount of times every single night.

She never steps foot outside unless the correct amount of dark blue cars have passed by her front door; just to be sure.

She bathes at the same time every other day so that she doesn't get mixed up and break the required routine.

But somehow or other she never makes anything any better.

Everything remains dark, unchanging and all encompassing; no matter how hard she tries she can never escape the reality of all that has now become lost.