She scrapes the charred crumbs from her morning toast, then she does laundry.She does ironing, then she strums a chord on her guitar, commiserating with herself, as the taut metal strings slice pain into her tender fingertips.She does more laundry, then she spatter-paints with Pollockesque abandon.Which inevitably generates more dirty clothes.She has a shower, luxuriating…

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