The boy is sitting across the room with the trash can open in front of him. Meticulously pulling out clips and pins from his new office clothes.
Two suitcases lie open. A lot of clothes everywhere.
The grill has gone. The car is sold. The rest will be gone before we can say Marylebone.
The fridge is empty. And we are brimming with hope, adventure and nausea.
We are going to London tomorrow to house hunt for a week.
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