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It had been a very long day. I was huddled in the corner, near my overturned and overstuffed chair. I don't remember why I knocked it down. I don't know that it matters. What matters is that I'm alone. Again. I can't find the strength to get up, and I don't have the strength to face this. I've made bad decisions before, but this felt right. I guess most mistakes do.

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