No Stuff

We still don’t have our stuff. I’m actually starting to forget that I have stuff. I have some vague memory that I once had a kitchen table, a sofa, and a bed, but it seems like a far distant dream from the past. The truck was almost here, but then the driver called and said the truck broke down in Tallahassee, so we continue to wait. Sleeping on an air mattress for two weeks is already old.

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