Sublime

Jenny’s teacher was emotionally frozen. She was there in body and walked through the required routine every day, for as long as she could take.

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‘Lyds,’ my mum said when I was leaving. She looked out of place in her new room, which was decorated with someone in their eighties or nineties in mind. Mum has for the last couple of centuries looked like she is in her early forties. She still has black hair, just with some streaks of grey here and there. Her eyes are still bright.

Functional Freeze.