"A haze hangs over the city," she tries.
She tries: "A lenient master is a cruel master."
"Heavy hangs the head that wears the crown."
"I bet he's lonely in that big house."
She tries breathing.
She tries: "I'm strugging for independence."
She tries: "Posting this to Facebook shows courage. Not to post it shows cowardice."
"No one listens to me."
"No one listens anyway."
She tries smoothing the fur of a buffalo rug.
She tries feeling guilty.
"I just don't see it ever coming right," she tries.
"I need a god," she tries.
She tries praying.
She tries spooning coconut milk over her lips.
She tries playing games.
She tries cycling downhill, tries not to brake.
"I should have--"
She tries: "I must discover the meaning of 'will'."
She tries: "That cat is dying."
She tries dying.
"Only necessary things," she tries.
"I opened my eyes and it was still morning."
"Maybe it's all true."
3WW, The Final Chapter (and Week No. 538)
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