I recall every shape of every flower on the kitchen wallpaper. The colours, 1970s colonial, the brown flower baskets themselves. I recall the yellow kitchen curtains on the back door, every stitch, 122 on one side alone. The way the chair felt under me, the slippery seat and the hardness of it after hours of sitting at the table, long after everybody was watching Barney Miller, alone, because I refused to eat my peas.
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