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“No,” I said out loud I was not going to break down, not right then I was sick and tired of crying, da to the boxes, I searched for my portable speakers, placedup the volume as loud as possible, snatched a blank canvas from the wall

Eli

I ran for at least two hours, and when I got back, her U-Haul was still open, with three boxes reive a dahborhood, but you still couldn’t just leave things open like that Stacking them on the corner, I closed the back door of the truck, lifted the boxes, and headed inside

Why the hell a to bark at me anyway

Walking to her door, I could already hear

Great, she's this kind of neighbor Of all the da

As I was about to knock, the door creeped open slightly on its own

“Hello…?” I tried, but lanced up at aze, I saw her She knelt in theon plastic over the flooring She threw paint at it with her bare hands, al it After a few throws, she would try to wipe her eyes, not see to care that the paint rubbed off on her face She painted and cried, all while on her knees

Placing the boxes just inside her door, I left quietly, heading back to e and tried to not to think about it This hy having her as a neighbor was a proble at her pissedher cry pissed me off

“Ah!” I threater bottle against the wall

I needed a stronger drink

Chapter Three

Science vs Art

Guinevere

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