She wants the things she has put in a tiny box to stay where they belong, at the back of her head. They don’t have to be removed, Ever. But like a ghost creeping up on you from behind, they come back. Just like that they come back. And you beat yourself up only because you realize, you didn’t put a lock on it.

Good going, smarty pants!

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