Sitting on my desk beside me is a can of coke, a heap of crochet(ed?) squares, keys, an iPod, toilet bleach (citrus scented) and a scratched blank disk. Behind me, a heap of clothes, notes and empty DVD cases. Under me, or more under my chair, pokemon comics and a bottle of vodka. I should be cleaning. I should be organising. But I ache
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