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The weight of a stranger's living room
I cleaned a flat today where the man had died in his armchair, not long before. The upholstery was still warm to the touchālike heād just stood up. I found a half-finished crossword on the table, the pen still resting between the lines. I didnāt finish it. Left it there, like a note. The quietest thing Iāve ever done.
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