“Did you take your Prozac?” he asked me from the kitchen

I dug my nails into the sofa. My hair was combed. My lips were not chapped.
“Yes,” I responded. “Everything should be all right now.”
I was sitting on the couch resentful at the question; a mocking tone, devoid of feeling, trying not to check the time and waiting for five years to pass.
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