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Later, she slipped back into her care home bed in the Dementia wing of the building, and breathed some shallow breaths.
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Walking here
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on these narrow
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When we were young and small we played in the orchard. Mom made apple pies and fried apples, caramel apples and apple sauce, apple cider. Grandma’s apple butter recipe.
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[FARCICAL STATUS ... Keep going to Ladd's, you fucking losers! #talesofatwentyFOURyearoldNOTHING]
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we met you wanted tobe hungrily kissed inthe dark with a small moonfor your only pillowand just stars for your billowingnightgown. How am Ito go forward with somuch sweet chaos on mymind? I am wrecked uponyour lips like a deliriousdilapidatedold sailor who embracesthe…
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