Pat

Female | 60+ | 3 to 5 minutes
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EXTRACT: Just you and me now, House. Stuffed to the rafters with mildew and memories. Wind whistles through the walls and rattles the window frames. Rain spills from the ceiling and pools on the beds. When I was young, you were as tight as a drum, neat as a pin. Everything shipshape and proper. No breeze dared swell a curtain, no floorboard creak, no dust settle, no spill soaked to stain. I’ve swept, vacuumed, polished, scrubbed, dusted, ironed, picked up, washed and tidied you my whole life. I know every curve, dimple, bruise and blemish ...

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