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Trashed Draft #3 | possible recycle
The weather was 18 degrees and the floor felt so chill to my face that it almost burned; my ears pressed against the wood that hummed from the washing machine tumbling in the basement. It was a muffled, encapsulating hum that overpowered the sounds that atmosphered the other ear. Dian, Rishi, and Cass had been Continue reading
