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cats are racing back and forth across the house.

yesterday i bought you a new book to draw in;
you’re still not home.

it’s beginning to smell rancid in here.
like beer and cigarettes. dried up vomit, unwashed clothes… filthy cat box too.

my stomach aches.
my hands are shaking.

i spent the shopping money on a red dress.
i think you’ll like it, though you’ll hate the lack of food.
i’ve been living off of instant coffee and saltines
while you’ve been away.

(heh. yesterday, at work, i almost passed out carrying a crate of milk up from the storage room...
yeah, no good, no good.)

any way, i love you and i’ll see you soon.