I can hear the water in the pipes. I can hear everything in the house from this room.
Sometimes it makes me feel empowered, sometimes it just infuriates me.
These walls are too white and perfect. I want to paint and write . . . I want to desecrate them.
They're not very friendly walls today. I stare at them and it's like they're staring back.
I demand
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