Discard

 

BCC

Warm and cozy. Discard.

Tea brewing. Discard.

Books and more books. Discard and discard.

That's what he had said. Discard.

But she loved her warm cozy room. Books were her life. How could she discard all she cared for?

And then she would hear his voice, roaring inside her head, discard, discard, discard.

Had he discarded everything too, she asked in a barely audible voice. He turned to face her. If looks could kill...

Discard, you hear me.

And she did.

Becoming a secret agent was not for her, but they sure taught effective ways of.. getting rid of anything.

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