Being with others never became easier. They clung. Their smells lingered. Their faces hung behind closed eyes and their voices repeated and repeated. How many people were too many? It would depend on how the gathering went. One perceived misstep could linger, well, forever, as far as Mary knew. There were episodes from her elementary school days that still replayed on bad nights. She was getting better at recognizing when these moments were happening, though she was still powerless to stop them. Mary would know the instant it was over that it was an interaction that would haunt her.
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