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[bigsleytheoaf]

I woke up this morning with a new poetry in my heart and a new pimple on my face.

Bella is here. Her nose smells the same as ever. It is "pink and wet." She follows me around, drinkingly.

This room is quiet and beige and smells slightly diseased. It's hard to think of being home in this place, to think of being home, or to think of being clean in

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[kmai]

Did you move? Is bella the cat?

[bigsleytheoaf]

No, and yes. I've been sleeping at Jamie's house sometimes, recently, since it's way closer than my house, and my house is damp, empty, and scary.

How are you!?

[kmai]

I'm good. Have started having regular coffee time with emma and jessica. My tomato plants are tomatoing. Things of that sort.