It's been a long day. To take my mind off things and to enable sleep, I cleaned the iron. I scrapped and waxed and wiped. And my inner domestic self swelled with pride.
On nights such as these, the pervasive scent of stale cigarettes is most comforting.
On nights such as these, the pervasive scent of stale cigarettes is most comforting.
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