A Pair of Dirty Shoes

A second pair stacked on top. Dirty socks. Dirty shirts. Piles of them.
That chair I don’t even like. Too many cups. A clean bedroom, the bed made. Clean dishes, one of those pluggable scented candles. His records. My records. Too much space.

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