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in the corner there sits her chair with some of my clothes on it. a few inches away is a bookshelf. its the home to many of her things, mainly books. her art covers our walls and a few of her fallen hairs sleep on the pillow beside me.

in the morning i make her tea and she drinks it 97% of the time. but i continue to make it as if there's a 100% probability that she will drink it.

i watch her get dressed and pray she'll change outfits several times so that i may watch a little while longer. my favorite outfit being the one she wears in the shower.