My House

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My house is magic in the mornings. / Somehow, while I was sleeping, the air has transformed. / It's cleaner, sharper, new-day air, now. /  My mom is on the couch, reading a book and taking large gulps of too-hot tea.
Three in the house Two sisters arguing, Screaming all about The mom stressed out Goodnight, Lights shut out Silence is what I’m talking about - Lakena R.
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