clues raze sam's cut her hair short again. she calls herself a user. can't say i agree with that. she never made me feel used. just unimportant. she's supposed to help me make my bed, but she walks away when things are as messy as they're going to get. she leaves me a puzzle to solve: two identical fitted sheets. one dirty. one clean. the faint scent of fabric softener and the ghost of last night's sweat my only useful clues. it doesn't matter what i sleep on or how many chemicals conspired to kill whatever impurities the cotton might have concealed. everything gets sullied in the end. 240327 what's it to you? who go blather from