The Death of Alberto Othman

A young woman conservatively dressed her face was bloody but I was sure I didn't recognize her she had a bag with her and her ID read your tunday othman not a name I'd ever encountered before just another victim of this place it looked as though she had forced her head through the mirror on the dressing table. The shards cutting her face and neck to ribbons a particularly large piece piercing her jugular spilling blood all down the unremarkable white table and onto the light brown carpet below. "I've made it quite clear that I'm never going back to the suburbs even if I can't really tell him why"

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