Her mood was somber, gloomy, macabre, sad.
Napping all day, nothing made her feel better.
It was raining out, terrific day for a funeral.
Too bad she does not know any dead people.
She returned to her bed, hating herself.
Missing her therapy appointment, but not caring.
Too down to want to get back up.
Her house is a hoarder’s house.
There are...
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