Subject: Once more, with feeling.
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Posted on: 2017-05-23 00:24:00 UTC

The first paragraph doesn't grab me. I am interested when it starts showing that she has PTSD.

As she is examining herself in the mirror, I don't feel anything. There was a flash of sympathy when she decided not to fall back to sleep.

I'm reacting more to her having cut her hair than to her cleaning her sensitive burns. A feeling of wanting to restore a feeling of normalcy.

I feel like I should have a reaction to her eating frozen waffles. I'm a little irritated that she was watching the news, but it was unimportant.

I'm interested when she's waiting for the train, and thinking about why she takes it. The word "penance" sticks out for me, it makes me feel bad.

I'm curious about the man, but agreeing with her that it's nothing. Just the wind, nothing to worry about. I'm imagining the Randolf street L station downtown, but I know that's wrong.

I'm getting a little bit of head-hopping when she's talking to her boss. She doesn't know that there wasn't much more he could say.

Why did she feel the need to say that they're on the twelve floor? We don't know, but her boss should.

I'm feeling disoriented when she's jostled by the crowd at the light. Intrigued at how there aren't window washers.

For a moment, I was in the dark and muggy Metra electric train station underground. I have a feeling that's also the wrong place, like she's outside and not at a trains-are-parked end of the line.



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