Dilemma 11 Even if they cannot evict me from my home on this struggling planet she may die from his money & debt-addicted, toxic waste syndrome when as the troubles seethe my elderly brain is sleepless mulling his obsessive history and laboring over these lines it often forgets to breathe though she soon reminds me: inhale deeply and take it easy.

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