You See My Return

[scsautter]

Sitting, waiting, wasting time. Trying to avoid the lightheadedness of starvation and sensation of dread the close it comes times to head back. In the door, the tidal wave of crap threatening to fall in and collapse the narrow pathways through the house. Open the fridge to lackluster dinner and rotting food. Ignore the throb. A shout from yon.

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[canton_everhard]

*hug* and cynthia sends her best!