The sun was setting when she carried the metal garbage can to the curb with their remains in it, where they sat underneath the stale chocolate cake that Sheila had thrown away and a pile of mildewy lettuce. She donned her gloves. She returned home through a world that was as roseate as it had been gray overnight. “I am bored,” she said abruptly.
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