She stood a moment, the room spinning slightly amidst the fluorescent lighting and the brightly drawn scribbles and scratches.
She did not sit down.
Instead, she stood, jelly-legged inside the middle stall staring. Just staring.
She read line-for-line everything scrawled over the years.
And she wasn't sure who she was anymore.
With disappointment as she scanned the lines, she realized...
"I'm not here," she whispered, her breath catching in the tinge of her last shot.
"There you are!" a voice called. "Wondered where you went."
Silence.
"You okay?"
...................................
"Yeah. I'm fine. Coming."
As she rejoined the waning crowd, she made a mental note to do the one thing she had never done before and swore once she was too much of a lady to do.
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