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Grievance
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it sat there in the bleak foggy sunlight of childhood memory, painted black with gold.paint.designs wrapping its vines and eves about framing sections of literature in blackness.
I never could fathom while it kept functioning when people left it there, but, it just kept rocking, back and forth, up and down. I had to silence it. So I walked up and touched the high backed chair that seemed to so promote straight uncomfortable positions(and as proof, pillows were wrapped about it's body). Silence. I sat in it and stared at the things you're not supposed to look at.
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