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Lonely (A Lesson in Futility, Part 3)

She opens the door on an empty apartment, shaking off a sudden chill.  Looking around, she takes in the billowing curtains.  The white wicker sofa.  The chair that belonged to her grandmother and which she intends to reupholster….one day. The kitchen is spotless; pans, pots, utensils all hanging in their proper places.  She contemplates making… Continue reading Lonely (A Lesson in Futility, Part 3)