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  • She sat in a cold mildew infested apartment waiting for him to come home. It had almost been two years since he was able to get back to her. She clutched the letters he had sent while her mind was numbed by a shopping network promising ease and comforts that rarely anyone needs or has. She barely moved these days, paralyzed by the shock and terror of what was beyond her doors. Cans among cans littered her floors and cupboards as if she had been rationing the last of humanity. A knock on the door causes her rocker to stop.
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