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November 15, 2010
The stillness of this place is killing me. The walls, the floor, the blank TV screen, the indifferent stares from the cat and stuffed animals. I can feel my heart turning to stone.

I need to get out. I need to get OUT!

The carpet holds my feet to the floor, the chair has soaked its morose apathy into my skin.

Stay. Stay. Stay.

"It's cold outside." the windows say. "Stay."

"Your hair looks awful." the mirrors croons. "Stay."

"It's too late. Too late in the day." the clocks laugh. "Stay. Stay. Stay."

Must I be alone in this house?