Day 36

A crayon rolls beneath the table, the adult crouches, and on all fours loses half their life, maybe more, groping in the dim cavern of the desk. A ghost hand, creeping out to meet theirs, running translucent fingers along the carpet in search of Ruby Red

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Day 36

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