The homeless lady keeps on calling me Katherine and when I ask her who was Katherine she doesn't answer me. She doesn't even want to know my name. She doesn't really answer questions about herself. I asked the doctors to let her stay with me in my room and reluctantly they agreed. So now the homeless lady sleeps with me. She's actually on the bed next to me right now as I'm writing this and she hasn't said one word to me since we walked in here. She's just sitting on a chair and staring at the window and I'm tired. She doesn't look like she's going to sleep any time soon.
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We Shall Heal
Short StorySadness doesn't suit a pretty face like yours. Tell me. What does? Happiness.
