I was in total fast forward.  In my tornado mode, I was stuffing anything, and everything, into closets, and under the beds.  I was hoping nothing decided to move and stick out at the last minute from under where I put it.  The apartment had to be spotless today, no clutter anywhere.  Huge, huge day!  My home visit, from the social worker, from the adoption agency, was this morning, in about a half hour, and I needed the apartment to look good.  I checked the coffee, and my sugar, and cream, and made sure the sugar and cream was in their little fancies, on the coffee table, just so.

     After my last tornado walk through, I rushed into the bedroom to change into one of my pairs of skinny jeans, and a black V-...

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