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2:00 PM June 16, 2007

Posted by brianna in Verbosity.

Wet hair, sitting on the couch, staring dull-eyed at the heaps of clothing to be folded. The washing machine is re-rinsing a load of towels I’ve let sit too long – dank smelling towels will only compound my problem.

The washer lulls, and I glance up, surprised to see the city outside my window is cloaked in fog. Or, rather, a rain so heavy it had the same camouflaging effect.

In that moment, I hear chimes…my alarm clock. It is 2 PM and I have one hour left.




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