It was morning. I weakly made some breakfast and some coffee. I went and laid down and fell asleep. I woke up hungry for chicken soup.
At the market it was noisy. I bought some extra vegetables for the next meal. The sky was full of white clouds and the wind blew over the long green grass. I thought it felt like spring.
When the soup was gone I made chicken pot pie with the rest of the vegetables. I looked down at the roses fading on the rose bush. I talked to the landlord's housekeeper and my housekeeper.
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