She's cleaning up all the time and organizing papers. She's placing her clothes by season and color and selling off boxes of shoes. The furniture is moving in circles and there's a space under the window for what is called the 'eventual bed'.
She's walking more and doing stairs less.
The car is always sitting.
She's got a tumor or a cough or a tumor and a cough. Both are hacking and filling. It's all moving parasites in caterpillar all sliding black bar codes in cellophane. She's cleaning up things and leaving her life. She's placing it all into boxes.
The bosses come find the house empty. They find cats unfed. They find a pile of warm clothes.
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