She needed the good mood,... «Dark Places»
RamingoWS12 сентября 2017She needed the good mood, the way you need sleep after an all-nighter, the way you daydream of throwing yourself into bed. Every day she woke up and swore she wouldn`t let the farm weigh her down, wouldn`t let the ruination of it (three years she was behind in the loan, three years and no way out) turn her into the kind of woman she hated: mirthless, pinched, unable to enjoy anything. Every morning she`d crick herself down onto the flimsy rug by her bed and pray, but it was actually a promise: Today I won`t yell, I won`t cry, I won`t clench up into a ball like I am waiting for a blow to level me. I will enjoy today.
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