The mornings all go the same way these days — I wake up to what sounds like an alarm clock but it beeps only inside of my chest. Something is telling me I didn’t do what I was supposed to do the day or the week or the month before but as far as I know, the tasks are complete: the veggies are coming, the table is set, the bills have been paid, the story …
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