Towns like those, where you could recall every detail of every place you had ever been; where everyone knew everyone but she never felt seen. Where like routine she drove on the same roads and on the streets; and all of it seemed intimate to her heart, whatever the eye meets. Towns like those where familiarity sat on every corner and every curve; but it made her feel like she was persistently living with an exposed nerve. Where who met whom was every evening's chatter; women bringing down women by judging a friend, a sister or a daughter. Towns like those made her feel like she was stuck in a loop; shenanigans of the same sort in the same place with the same group. Identical corners and faces all alike; boredom is an understatement it was the loneliness that was the most hurtful strike. She desired always to move far away and change the game; a new job, or maybe even a new name. She started packing hoping to run away; determined that the promise of nostalgia would not make her sw...
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