Darkness clung to a shadowy figure skulking about the writer’s home late one night. The headlights from a passing car swept across a window and caught the figure in profile. The woman, a little taller than average and carrying some extra weight, pulled away from the beams of light and moved further into the home she invaded.
The woman moved slowly, taking her time to handle and sometimes rearrange items she passed. A few things found their way into the bag she carried slung over her shoulder. More than a few times things were carried to the nearest trash receptacle.
The woman moved slowly, taking her time to handle and sometimes rearrange items she passed. A few things found their way into the bag she carried slung over her shoulder. More than a few times things were carried to the nearest trash receptacle.
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