Cold Case

She stripped off all of her clothes as soon as the door closed behind her. The night had been full of friends, music, laughs and food. Her lips had been stained pink by the lipstick she'd donned all night.
"Girl About Town," it was called. It was appropriate, she thought. She hadn't washed off her makeup. She felt the fatigue of the day. She wasn't yet ready to face what had been plaguing her mind.

So many thoughts. The pursuit of happiness.
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