Karyn went back to work, it felt like work, getting all this stuff out of her life. She took the pink K off the wall where it hung above her bed, it was too girly, too precious, too Sarah, and it sat on the floor next to the S of the same type. She then went around picking up stray bras and magazines and hats and nail polish, and a purse, and making a pile of it all to get rid of. She didn't hate all the stuff, for example she saw one of the bras, a nice one from Victoria secret and thought, might as well keep it, and suddenly felt a surge of confidence as she carefully put away her favorite sexy bra.
Exhausted by the effort she sat next to the pile and pulled out one of the magazines and leafed through it, starting to read before she realized she had already read that one, she already knew about who Harry Styles had dated 4 months ago, it was old news, in fact she realized she knew most of what was in the magazine, so she tossed it and picked up another, but the same thing happened again, she had already tried 5 of the top 20 make up tips, hadn't she? Suddenly confused, she looked at her make up table...the table with all the make up on, it was her dresser. There must be a reason all of these are there, she thought...though she couldn't remember ever using most of it, she seemed to know what everything was and how to use it all, but she wasn't much of one for make up...usually...it was all getting sort of fuzzy.
