The goal tonight was a small one. Wash one load of dishes and one load of laundry within the first hour of arrriving home. With the habitual act of turning the key to my gate and the key to my front door, the warmth of my home embraced me. Immediately thereafter, came the shedding process. The thoughts of washing dishes and doing laundry tossed to the floor with the very clothes I wore. The office work, the deadlines, the cold aura surrounding me left in a trail behind my naked body. ...
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