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By the end of the day, the house had never looked so clean. The only way she’d found to distract herself and her mind was to listen to the radio and clean the house from top to bottom. She’d vacuumed every room twice after discovering a new setting on the hoover that she’d never found before. Then again, she estimated she’d probably only used the thing twice in her life. Today was different. Today was about distraction. Purging the dirt. Keeping bad thoughts at bay.
One room’d had less attention than the others, though. She’d tried to avoid the kitchen where possible, not wanting to see the temptation of the alcohol bottles. She desperately wanted to just curl up in a ball with a large glass and drink herself to sleep, but there was still a part of her — a part she was grasping onto f
