She didn't understand how they couldn't understand. How could they NOT sympathize with this? The skin she wore was just as frail, crepe-paper thin, and ugly, and ohso soft. Like the middle insides of a slug's belly. So disgusting. They were so disgusting.

gods forbid she'd have to_stay_here. Forever. But it wasn't forever. Because if she couldn't rid Ben of his misguided prerogatives, soon, [so fast there's TIME here but it goes so fastoh god I'm a GOD unless you're waitingNO]

then
she
would stay.
in this crawling cheap rubber skin. to wait. stink.
rot. Die.
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