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Submitted to Contest #337
I twirled the chain of my fathers pocket watch in my fingers. I watched its shadow, created by the oil lamp resting on the nightstand behind my head, dance upon the wall of my bedroom. The floor had been cold when I had taken this position by the window, half an hour before, but now I felt numbed to the coolness of the wood beneath me. I was used to a certain level of numbness, and without enough money to pay for heating, had almost, in the last year, become used to the tiny bumps that formed on my legs and arms when I stepped out of bed in ...
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