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WELCOME BACK
Ugh. This Tuesday is already shaping up to be a rough day. I woke up late and missed walking in time to have any hope of meeting Jo. My first step out of bed, my bare foot hit a soggy hairball Darcy apparently lost in the night. I spent 20 minutes scrubbing the carpet before I even had coffee. The last two nights, I’ve dreamt of menacing marble statues with fiery red eyes. I wake from the dreams, shaken and fearful. I don’t know what to think about them.
I run to the library because I’m craving the feel and smell of a hardback, but they don’t have anything new I’m interested in and I leave frustrated. Then I stop for a rare fast-food lunch and spill “special sauce” on my shirt. In the restaurant’s bathroom, I try to scrub the spot out of the blue top, but all I end up doi
