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I looked back in my archives and saw that I wrote one of these four years ago, almost to the day. Odd.

It's important for her to keep busy. If she doesn't, her thoughts turn inward to herself too much and she starts to feel like she's losing her mind. Although sometimes she gets motivated to do something, mostly she's uninspired. So she sits on the couch, her hot pad keeping her warm, and she watches her life pass her by, day after day, assuming that everyone else in the world is better adjusted than she is.

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She picked the box up and headed for the stairwell. She briefly thought about saying one last good-bye, but decided not to.

While walking downstairs she thought about what kind of caption she would apply to this particular chapter of her life, now that it was closing. The only thing that came to mind was “What a long strange trip it’s been.” She shook her head; “I don’t even like the Grateful Dead”.

At the bottom of the stairs, she paused for a second, then opened the door and headed for the train station.

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