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December 7, 2008
Finally. She pulls into her driveway, noting that itís trash day and sheíll have to haul the bins to the curb (her town is recycling conscious, so there are several: one for glass, one for plastic, one for paper, and one for good old garbage, if itís absolutely necessary). Pulling her coat tightly around her, she dashes lightly up the front steps in her high-heeled boots, careless of the snow. She puts her key in the lock, opens the door, and steps into her house. She is greeted by the perfect calm and peace, the faint smell of vanilla. Home.