{She was sure the flowery yellow dress would help
brighten her sunken face. But it wouldn't lend any lusture to her desolate
eyes. Perhaps a dab of rouge? Or copious amounts of "lash strong"
mascara?
Although, that always made her lashes too stiff. Impossible
to blink without snapping them into half.
Her contemplations were living and dying several deaths
in her head when Her walked in with a big bag of cheetos. In her defence,
Cheetos was what the world needed to stay calm. She believed it's the stuff Her
smoked before eating Cheetos, that made all the difference.
Any which way, Her stood in the hallway, staring at She
and the wheels turning in her head.
"Hey".. She heard that faint, raspy voice. She
turned to break into a smile that was a product of relentless practice. But Her
had seen that smile too many times to know how tired and weak it was. Her
raised her brow.
"What?", came the defensive reply of She.
"I know what you're doing. It's not gonna work! I'm not thinking about
anything."
And now Her smiled her mysterious smile. This one, She
knew well too. It was the smile Her smiled when she asked a question, knowing
fully well it's answer.
"Actually", begun Her non-chalantly, "I
wasn't gonna ask 'what' you were thinking about. It was more along the lines of
who."
She took a deep breath and wore a grey dress.} 
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