The rusty nail stood erect, angled at a 45-degree angle, just waiting for the perfect barefoot to come along.

The towels had been hanging from the rod for years. They were stained and worn, and quite frankly, just plain ugly. Debra didn’t want to touch them but she really didn’t have a choice. It was important for her to see what was living within them.

“He liked to play with words in the bathtub.”

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