M. Claire
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I wake up and for about three seconds I don't know where I am. Then I do. The kitchen counter. The boxes. The grey carpet under my cheek. Light coming through the window -- not nice light, not morning-sun light, just flat September light that makes everything look worse than it did in the dark. At least in the dark you can pretend a room is bigger than it is. In the daylight the walls close in and you can see every scuff and stain, and that crack above the door that's been there since we moved…-
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The bin bag splits on the stairs. Like, if it had split at the top I could've just dragged it to the door, but no. It splits on the third step from the bottom, and everything inside it — towels, a pillowcase, Yus's PE kit that smells like something died — spills out across the concrete. I stand there. Staring at it. Like if I look at it hard enough it'll climb back in by itself. 'Maya, come on.' Mum's already two flights up, a box under each arm, voice coming down the stairwell. 'Yeah.…
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