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coralie She left today officially packed and removed her belongings she’s gone and I covered the dreadful brown bulletin board in green lace and meaningful words on various types of papers. I moved the television onto her desk to gain more space on mine, though I had to tape the cable to the ceiling and felt taller for a little bit reaching up from the chair. Her shelving I restructured as my night table so that now it separates our beds in spite of suggestions to king-size it since I have no one to share it with and what a waste to sleep in it alone. Page-a-day calendars litter all the flat surfaces and somehow I manage to lose track of days anyways kind of like how the dim sterile hospital ceiling lights are as useless as the sunlight streaming in through closed shades.
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