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Packing tape screeched over the flaps of the box. Carefully, Morgan pressed the tape in place, then made a couple of crosswise seals to secure the top. Her permanent marker squealed as she wrote DISHES: KITCHEN on the top and sides. Her hands, marred by paper cuts and a few minor bruises, moved quickly and competently to complete the task.
And that was it. The last of the boxes. The movers would be here soon to take Morgan and her things to a new place. A new life. All the rooms looked so empty. Everything was gone, even the dust bunnies.
Fresh beige paint covered the muted pastels she had chosen for her rooms and carefully painted herself. The wallpaper border in the bathroom had been stripped away. Her rainfall showerhead was replaced with a sensible low-flow and her fluffy towels were new encased in cardboard. All her earthly goods were. The sum total of her life in this place was gathered into neatly labeled boxes in her living room. Everything that had made this place her place was gathered into these generic cardboard cubes.
Morgan tucked a strand of auburn hair behind her ear as she sat on a carton to wait for the movers and tried to remind herself that this was a new beginning. Not the end.
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