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March 9, 2007

Tanya: Untitled

There was something wrong. I knew it the very instant I walked through the door. Something was out of place, offset in my own house. I couldn’t see the change, but it was there. I’d find it.

Checking for scuffs in the dust, unfamiliar trash in the bin, a rocking chair that still held a hint of movement. Nothing. It was like looking for invisible footprints, simply because you heard an echo of a step. I could sense it. So close.

Finally, in the kitchen, there it was.

“Mother! Stop rearranging my cabinets! The glasses go next to the fridge!”

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