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I stood there, head leaning slightly back, eyes half open and heavy.
My mouth was slack-jawed.
My shoulders splayed themselves in unnecessary defiance.
My arms hung uselessly as I hazily stared at myself in the mirror.
I marveled at their veins glowing in the glare of the computer screen.
My fingers were twitching.
I had been washed clean.