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From my sister friend
I am sitting in a Peet’s coffee shop staring out the window.
No coffee, no tea, no pastries – I left my wallet at home. Not that I could afford tea and pastry anyway but I like to feel like I have options.
I managed to get myself to do chores around the house and get dressed. I skipped the shower because taking one seemed like it would be too much and I may never leave the house If I had to do it. I was on the edge.
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