Spackle

She sat in her room alone, staring at the part of the wall spackled by the tenant before her. She liked that part of the wall. Sure, it was void of color, and the edges were a bit jagged, but it was the only part of the wall with any character. It was the only part that had clearly been through some traumatizing shit, but still managed to be the best wall it could be.

Okay, maybe she was projecting a bit onto the wall. But still, it was a pretty solid piece of wall for not being a solid piece of wall.

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