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Last day of exams. The day I look around and see the plants are dying, the laundry is eating the dining room table, the fridge is chilling weeks-old leftovers and a carcass or two, and I have been living on diet soda again. Rom doesn't want to go near his litter box. I don't blame him.
I'm stuck on the sun lighting up the green glass bottles in the window. I'm afraid I might not move from here again.
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