There's puffed wheat sprinkled on the bathroom floor, hunting gear in the family room, yogurt splatters on Charlotte's freshly washed wool (on the kitchen table, still drying), and the butter looks like it has recently been licked by the cat. These aren't bad things, they're signs of life. My life. I could be alone in my impeccably clean house,
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