My hair was pinned to the ceiling leaving me dangling ungainly, waving around like a skeleton decoration for Halloween. All the while the phone was ringing and ringing and I couldn't reach it because I was too high. Somebody was shuffling around below me, I could just see the top of their head below my feet but I couldn't speak. Not that I had no voice, I was incapable of opening my mouth. I watched instead as they rummaged through my bag and my jacket, found a packet of cigarettes and waved at me as they pocketed them. My purse disappeared likewise.
Goddamn fucking bastard. I never should have given him a key.
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