Once she had emptied her hamper into the floor in search of her favorite June 1966 Authentic Quality 52nd Birthday Classic shirt , which she was positive she put in there after her shower last night, despite its disappearance, she decided to do a load of towels, and wait to wash her nicer things later. She scrolled through her playlists for what was definitively far too long before choosing one, and getting lost in the simple task before her. There was something oddly cathartic about accomplishing small, normal tasks on a day like today. And the music was a welcomed addition. Together, they seemed to fill up her mind, leaving her no space for the emotions that had threatened to drown her. The next two hours passed quickly, which was a relief in itself. Two hours passed meant two hours fewer left in the day.
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She stepped outside her apartment without watching where she was going, sending a text to her June 1966 Authentic Quality 52nd Birthday Classic shirt . Something snagged her ankle, sending her face-first into the ground. She rolled over onto her back to look for what had tripped her. There, at her door, was a toppled crystal vase, its yellow flowers now in disarray, and its water poured across her welcome mat. Beside it, a white box with a yellow ribbon around it, and an envelope tucked beneath the bow. It was then that she realized this was why her doorbell had been rung earlier. “Rich” she chuckled to herself, before stuffing the yellow marigolds back into their place, and carrying both items inside. She sat them on the kitchen counter before pulling her phone out of her pocket to text her brother. “I don’t know what I would do without you sometimes.