By Latika M
She
dribbled on herself a lot. It wasn't a medical condition, she was certain. She
spilt water on her crisp corporate attire while clearing her throat in the middle of a meeting. She flinched as the morning coffee drips scalded her chin.
An embarrassed giggle escaped along with a droplet of icy blue slushie that
stained her pink bikini top on a sticky summer day. Always
reaching for a tissue, glancing around awkwardly as her cheeks burned a bright
red. Forever feeling foolish and frothing with fury at her inner klutz, wishing
her clumsiness would drown in her own saliva.
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