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She kept up with her housekeeping. Typically. Very Neat. Shelves everywhere. Today, the melon baller was out of place and she was busy batting flies. Actually, there was only one fly. Senses deceived. The humming was too loud to go undisturbed. Attention becomes focused digitally on enhanced minute wrecks. Hours spent trying to get the flies. Illusion. One fly. She didn't know. Suspected worst. Kept at it. The sexless man walked in with a tophat. Brimmed. Asks why the dishes weren't done. Too Busy. Why the floor not swept. Too Busy. Vacuum. There's flies to get. I'm busy. The house is a mess. The house is a wreck.
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Dec 1, 2013
Dec 1, 2013 at 8:20 AM UTC
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She kept up with her housekeeping. Typically. Very Neat. Shelves everywhere. Today, the melon baller was out of place and she was busy batting flies. Actually, there was only one fly. Senses deceived. The humming was too loud to go undisturbed. Attention becomes focused digitally on enhanced minute wrecks. Hours spent trying to get the flies. Illusion. One fly. She didn't know. Suspected worst. Kept at it. The sexless man walked in with a tophat. Brimmed. Asks why the dishes weren't done. Too Busy. Why the floor not swept. Too Busy. Vacuum. There's flies to get. I'm busy. The house is a mess. The house is a wreck.
emma-joy
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Dec 1, 2013
Dec 1, 2013 at 8:20 AM UTC
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