Her eyes feel wet and a tear rolls down over her rigid cheeks as she pursues her stride, unfaltering. She pulls a tissue from her bag, wipes the tear off, takes out her wide rimmed goggles, puts it on, steps out into the blazing sun, and hails a taxi. A Perfect masquerade. The old building looks at her bare emotion for the last time and sighs.
And behind the door in the rusted building, he sits, breaks down sobbing into his palm, like a little baby.
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