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and some random desk that was Andrew's. I got rid of the bed earlier. oh I cried like a baby.
mostly because it was the bed that Edith was on with me. Whatever to Andrew. I think the bed was even a virgin bed - no sex ever on it. It went to a couple with shaved heads with spider tattoos on them. Now, I've watered the plants and said goodbye, yet I must monitor the book of faces to await the arrival of people who will take my stuff. It's odd and jarring, yet once the doing of it happens, it's easier to bear. I'm exhausted with overwhelm.
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