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There's a shopping list on the fridge:
mjölk ägg kaffe tejp
(milk, eggs, coffee, tape.) It's my handwriting. The wobbly kind, from September, when my wrist was sprained and I wrote with my left hand. My wrist has been fine since October.
I don't remember writing it. Hedda says she saw me write it on Thursday. I asked which hand. She didn't notice, why would she.
And then, tonight, I was looking at #32 from Thursday, and in the corner where I sign, it says Avla.
I do mix letters up when I'm tired. Everybody does. I'll fix it tomorrow with an eraser. It's almost three.