Violetta slowly lifted her head up from the floor where she lay crumpled in a discordant heap, shock and surprise completely overwhelming any pretense of her trademark stoic reserve. Woozily, she pulled herself upright into a seated position, where she just sat mewling and rocking softly and staring off vacantly into space. Finally, gathering herself, her eyes narrowing and brightening, she pushed an errant tress off her face and fixed me with a long, cool, appraising stare. Then, the old steel reclaimed, her tone an equal mixture of reproach and self-deprecating bemusement, she simply said “Damn … that really DOES hurt … “
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