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Writing Prompt #8

He never understood why she did it. Perhaps it was a show of power, a need to be the one in control. Perhaps she did so to prevent her life from collapsing; she always talked about how she walked on fine pieces of thread from the most extravagant stores in Berlin. And as the sun started to fall, he sat alone on a rotting wooden chair, wondering, questioning. But maybe he would never understand.