*Preface*

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She tightens her eyes and sneezes while opening the living room windows. Fresh out of the shower and enjoying the scent of freshly dripped coffee coming from the kitchen, she wipes off a Glenn Miller album and puts it on the record player.
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10 steps take her to the computer. Picking a handkerchief out of the her purse, she considers her options. Its a shame to put such a perfectly lovely Saturday to waste. But the apartment smells. The clothes on the lines have been there for days, and the dishes in the sink, weeks.
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Records crackle. Coffee enhance ones senses. She procrastinates. That is the natural order of life.
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She misses her childhood. Saturdays were special. Now they are just time when grown-ups do the things normal life doesn't allow time for. Boring. She misses her teenage years. Considers the chocolate liquor in the booze cabinet. Sits down and enjoys the familiarity of the pain in her hips. The slight pressure of a tampon against the start of a cramp makes her sigh. "No sex in weeks".
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Basin Street is playing. The voice singing it is rich and deep, sad and intense. She is tired of adjectives. Coffee is black and very very strong. Or just coffee. She craves something nourishing... but that would require a clean kitchen.
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Chatting with the Mister online. He is at some doctor's office, waiting for his daughter's consultation. An invitation. Farmers market. She smirks, the idea is absurd. It will be over in 20 minutes. But sure, she will change and wait. She always waits.
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Meanwhile, work wins. Gonna boil some water and do the frigging dishes already!
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