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Dear Zonk,

I don’t get to stay home alone much. Which is good, because I’m not good at staying alone. Specially at night, when every little sound seems ominous.
But I’m home alone tonight, for a while. And I’m lying here in bed with my headache and my camomile tea, watching sitcoms and talking to you, and I feel oddly at peace.

This is nice.

Love always,
K.

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