She sat by the lamp reading her new book stopping every now and then to smell the pages, finding it harder to concentrate on every new short story when the previous one was still fresh in her mind, distracted by the new colourful Easter socks she had found on sale earlier that day now wondering why they were even on sale when it wasn't Easter yet, looking up every now and then at the muted television where they were discussing the World Cup she no longer had any interest in.
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