ADDA ENFOLDED with her thin arms Tania, launching her body against her friend’s abruptly. Then, trying to repress any thoughts, Adda said goodbye to her and rapidly started to get away, first marching, then inevitably running. Her athletic legs urged her to run and save her from the jittery feeling that persecuted her without end every time their skin collapsed. She wished they could have had a proper leave-talking, but she couldn’t. What if her mother found out?
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Once at the front door, she relaxed as much as she could, telling herself that it wasn’t about her, that it was her mother.
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