I don’t want to leave the house.
I dread coming back to the house.
I want to carry everything that is left untaken with us all the time.
I want to hide stuff instead of leaving them out.
I want to double bolt our doors, strengthen our windows.
I can’t bear to look at the window he broke.
The places he’s stepped.
I want to move.
I dread coming back to the house.
I want to carry everything that is left untaken with us all the time.
I want to hide stuff instead of leaving them out.
I want to double bolt our doors, strengthen our windows.
I can’t bear to look at the window he broke.
The places he’s stepped.
I want to move.
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