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The house, and all the objects in it, crackled with static electricity; undertows washed through it, the air was heavy with things that were known but...more

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(...) everything I'd been longing to get away from, true, but not through destruction. I'd wanted to leave home, but have it stay in place, waiting fo...more

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A home filled with nothing but yourself. It's heavy, that lightness. It's crushing, that emptiness.