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‘Did I just think that? Or did I say it?’

Mona strained against the miasma of disorientation, fear and narcotic sluggishness that had polluted her senses. She had not used the word ‘cute’ to describe a person in years, particularly a man.

Still wondering on this dully, she attempted to stand but the puzzlement at her unusual choice of words was quickly overtaken by the realization that she wasn’t completely naked. Looking down at her feet she saw that they were clad in a pair of white roller skates with pale-colored pom-poms the likes of which she hadn’t seen since a brief, but frenzied succession of Friday nights during junior high school. Seeing them on her feet now only heightened the sense of irreality that was permeating her mind and involuntarily she flashed on bad pizza and Michael Jackson and making out with half-known boys in dark corners. Then her feet, unfamiliar with their newfound mobility, flew out from under her and she found herself sprawled immodestly on the cold, hard floor of the darkened room looking up at the shadow towering over her at the top of the stairs.

He began to chuckle dryly. ‘Don’t despair, my girl,’ he said, stepping out of the light and slowly shutting the heavy door, ‘you’ll get the hang of it.’

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Most people go through life dreading they'll have a traumatic experience. Freaks were born with their trauma. They've already passed their test in life. They're aristocrats. - Diane Arbus
PESSIMISM, n. A philosophy forced upon the convictions of the observer by the disheartening prevalence of the optimist with his scarecrow hope and his unsightly smile. - Ambrose Bierce