4/21/15
Doing things is better... Doing is better than standing on the cold granite trying not to cry. Listening to them scream at each other. I start cleaning, and rearranging everything that's out of place. I scrub the counters, and clean the putrid, choking air. Hopefully it dies down. The yelling, I mean. Eventually, I can't even concentrate. I finish, and hang the towels to dry. I wonder how she is today? Maybe she's gone.
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Waning
Non-FictionThis is diary. I guess it could be a story too. It starts at 4/21/15 and it will end at 4/21/16
