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The truck took what felt like thirty boxes. We had to load it twice because I couldn’t make them all fit the first time. My boss was the one to unload it and load it back in. It had been snowing all through the previous night. The snow was now melting and streaming puddles around the car. My boots aren’t as waterproof as they once were. My face is getting darker. My robe has deemed me the last samurai. My wife is my captor. She is meeting with her father tomorrow morning. The plan was supposed to be breakfast, but now he’s coming over after he eats. He’s got to leave by eleven thirty. His rules, not mine. I’ll be at work. Jamie-Beth will be back on…