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hard, they sounded like they had exploded

Periodically, that first day and night, she looked

in on me Sometimes, she just appeared in the

doorway, glanced at me and moved on Sometimes,

she asked if I wanted soone to

the bathroo,

it seemed to keep her voice in the air like some kite

that looked like it was losing wind and would float

down if it wasn't jerked and pulled

I requested very little My curiosity about the

house, h the

downstairs, gazing at the rooms and the furniture

dissipated like a balloon with a slow leak I felt myself

fold up in bed, close my eyes, and with the television

running a strea shadows