*twists the doorknob ever so slowly, and takes a step into the room, kicking up the dust comfortably rested*
*coughs to the stale air and sheer amount of dust*
*runs fingers along the lid of a piano in the room, leaving a trail of warmth against the cold surface of the desert of tiny particles*
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Fourteen months. I have been gone for fourteen months, haven't I? Hello once more, dear diary :)
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