Pretentiously Immaculate

Clean

Appearances mattered to her.

Her life could be in turmoil, but she wouldn’t show it.

She wouldn’t dare.

Instead she kept a clean house.

If her house was clean and others could see it, then the turmoil didn’t exist.

And, yet out of sight the basement was full to brimming of all her hoarded shit.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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