The Lovely Harvey sent me some pics from home via text message.
I can tell she was home when she took them.
The problem is that the house in the background doesn't seem like MY home now.
This no-contact bullshit has really warped my reality.
I caught myself the other day referring to Home as "Harvey's House" like I'd refer to a friends place.
Maybe it's washing the same six sets of clothes for the third time?
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