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[cinaed]

She wonders at herself sometimes, at how her eyes constantly ache, as though they are themselves wearied by the constant scanning of faces and surroundings. She marvels at the constant ache that settles in her chest just beneath the breast-bone, and the dull twinges that have sunk to the base of her stomach and settled there, a present heaviness that makes her want to curl over instinctively and press her hands to the soft flesh in a vain attempt to press the twinges into submission, whether she is standing or sitting or walking. She thinks perhaps it has something to do with the silent, frustrated rage that fills her head and contorts every thought into something dark and dangerous, and that perhaps this means something is wrong with her, but then she thinks--no, she knows that everyone else feels this constant fury that has seized control of her head and stomach and eyes and chest.