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Melted

My evenings here are mentally and physically exhausting. By the time everyone is settled in I am too sore and flustered to do anything productive; and my head feels like it is stuffed with cotton. Usually all I want to do is have a beer and settle in for some mind numbing television. Instead I drink tea and listen to the sound of the washing machine and dryer and feel the pressure in my head continue to swell.

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