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Two months later
I moved the vacuum slowly over the carpet. For some weird reason, the noise drowned the ones in my head. It distracted me enough that I didn’t think, something for which I was thankful.
My head is a mess and I admit that. It’s not a place I like getting lost in, but it happens more than I care to admit. More than is healthy for me. In my defense, it’s hard for me not to think or get lost in my thoughts. I have nothing to do, given that King and Rave take care of everything.
Even getting them to agree to let me vacuum the house was a chore. I know what you’re thinking—that I’m ungrateful and sound like a brat. I am not. I just wanted to help. I wanted to be useful. I’m not used to having others cater to every one of my needs.
Besides, keeping busy is good for me. I
