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by ada

Coming home in the evening after having a free day. Since I moved in under the dementia ward, I feel like Jane Eyre or some other poor 19th century live-in governess. Or, as my coworker (and neighbour) calls it, a modern slave. Living at your workplace is really very practical and comfortable, but I just long for some distance from all this illness and misery so very badly sometimes.

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