Inside the house, the air was close and comforting--like a familiar smell, an imprecise feeling, a warm hand tugging your heart... you could see the dust moving upwards in columns, the sliced sunlight filtering its way in from behind closed blinds, like a childhood memory time-traveling into an era it had no place in... a memory whose details are
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I don't really have any other way to contact you, I do believe I lost your phone number... which, meanderingly, leads me to an actual purpose behind this, one of the first comments i've never posted.
Just so that you know though, I believe I found your water bottle in the back of our garage, after cleaning it for hours upon hours (2-4 hours to be inexact).
Our house is still a mess, but slightly less so.. and if you would like to claim your beverage container back you should come and do so before some other dubious entity does.
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