I'm homeless.
I am laying on my back, on the cozy king-sized bed. Thick blanket covers perfectly around my frail body. The light is turned off; what a perfect climate to sleep.
Yet, I'm homeless.
My system is refusing to sleep, at the same time my gut is rocking. I decide to slip down to the kitchen, eating some light supper.
Still, I'm homeless.
My
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