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When the word came that all schools would be closed, that shops and businesses could only admit up to 50 people if they could keep them two meters apart, that all those who could, must work from home, they wondered about all they would do while confined to their home.
“Maybe there will be a baby boom in nine months,” her husband intimated out loud. “Or a surge in divorces,” she augured in her head.
“I write to express intentions that missed their mark or ideas that couldn’t find another outlet.” – the writer