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Mushroom

December 6, 2007

Around her, the apartment building echoed with the lives of the other dwellers. She heard footsteps and laughter, the clatter of a dish hitting the floor, a door slamming. The radiator jangled for a second, then sighed.

Late in the night, she smelled mushrooms, sautéing somewhere in butter and red wine. She breathed deeply, the scent so earthy it was as if she could sift the other occupant through her fingers.

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