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... apartment. I’m cold and exhausted. I should find something to eat, but the idea of eating makes me feel nauseated. I strip and put the tea kettle on. I put on some warm pajamas. Once the kettle whistles in the other room, I make myself a cup of chamomile tea then crawl to the bed with the cup in my hand. The warm cup heats my chilled fingers as I blow on the steaming brew.
My apartment looks boorish. I haven’t bothered to decorate my apartment. I’m surrounded by bare, white walls. As a ...
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