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We rearranged the furniture and I sat like a stone, wondering what it was like to be a stranger in one's own home The floor creaks are unfamiliar but the bed is known and The coffee is always stronger when boiling water is left alone
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Feb 21, 2017
Feb 21, 2017 at 8:48 AM UTC
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We rearranged the furniture and I sat like a stone, wondering what it was like to be a stranger in one's own home The floor creaks are unfamiliar but the bed is known and The coffee is always stronger when boiling water is left alone
emma-jewel
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Feb 21, 2017
Feb 21, 2017 at 8:48 AM UTC
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