As it turned out, she wasn’t any readier than she used to
be, when the end came. She was especially ungraceful when it came to endings.
For all the tenderness she had tried to replace with stubbornness, she was
still breakable, more Pyrex than porcelain maybe, but still not made of stone.
Her hands shook like they were holding triggers when she put the ring on a
chain and then into a box, putting her costume on as she went back into the
world, losing whatever was left of herself as the stale basement door closed
behind her.
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