where is my mind?

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She was everything I was not: beautiful, blonde, scintillating. Me the introvert, the geek, the ugly duckling who made her look and feel the perfect 10. She got sloppy drunk. I carried her home, yet again. This time she slurred, “You are so lucky nobody notices you.” The La Mercè Festival in Barcelona was in full swing with fireworks, indulgence, and gaiety. She bent over and began to vomit in a corner. The sequined leather dog collar she wore, glistened in the moonlight. I pulled it taut around her neck until she was motionless. “Yes. I am lucky nobody notices me.”

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photo credit: DLovering