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Porchlight by anonymous

She left it burning out of habit, not hope, but the shape at the end of the driveway didn't know that. She left it burning out of habit, not hope, but the shape at the end of the driveway didn't know that. She left it burning out of habit, not hope, but the shape at the end of the driveway didn't know that. She left it burning out of habit, not hope, but the shape at the end of the driveway didn't know that.

6:10
The last light in the house wasn't hers.

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