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Kindra let the laundry room door slam behind her as she went to the stairs to get back to her apartment. She was in a bit of a haze, not thinking too clearly, just doing her tasks without anything else on her brain. She folded her laundry in complete silence. It was just starting to be afternoon, and her apartment was heating up from the two windows in her main room.

          The air in her room felt like it was the same temperature as her body and everything was still, except for Kindra’s busy hands, folding her laundry. She got up and cycled around the house periodically, wading through the thick afternoon air, getting water, making her bed, looking through old papers...

          ________ knocked on the door.. It was about 5:30 – time to drop Andy back off. Kindra opened the door and let them in without saying a word.

          "Mom... mom.... mom..." Andy started.

          "Don't even go there with me today Andy," Kindra said. "I don't care what you do. Just stay out of my hair."

          Andy stood in front of her for a minute and then walked to his room without saying a word. His cheeks were already pink from the heat of the apartment.