Recently SOMEONE keeps mentioning that I'm ronery and how I must be so ronery living alone. Well I guess those words must have followed me to bed.
This house is huge. Slowly people have begun to leave, and with them inanimate possession follow. It is only
now that I've started to realise how empty this house is becoming - it's lacking things to hold.
Now it's time to stop mopping inside these white walls and make my way outdoors to find things that would be more than happy to call this place their humble pie home.
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