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Current Bloggers: LESBIANSISTAS does not move otherwise. You walk to the door, your heels clicking on the wood floor once you have left the Oriental rug. She thinks you have left her and the sound of the door opening and closing makes her believe that you have left the room also. She stands as still as she can. Soon the trembling has stopped and she sighs softly. Her mind is racing even more. Now that she cannot see she doesn't know. Doesn't know if being blind is better than being able to see. She thinks you have left, but she isn't sure. She is finding it hard to be still, so she shifts her weight from one foot to the other. Her hands remain at her sides. Her face lowers so that she seems to be looking at the floor. Each minute seems so much longer to her. Time seems to lasting forever. Then the door opens once more and she gasps softly, so softly it is almost unheard. Seemingly unbidden, her head lifts and turns to the door, but she cannot see. She strains to hear, the one sense she can use, but she is greeted by silence.
