It’s easy to disappear. At least it was for her. She’d just cut off all her hair, and stop smiling at the man across the street.
And people won’t wonder what happened. Their brows might raise for a second or two, and they might say, “Not sure what happened to her, she just disappeared.” And that will be that.
Their facial expressions will turn back to their coffees and she will breath in and out as softly as a storm.
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