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In the Den

  She can’t shake the feeling she’s being told The living room is not for living in. The day she’d met his parents—They like things clean, He’d said—their living room furniture sat sealed   In plastic covers. She’d thought of body bags That suffocate the victims of a crime. The place looked sterile as the […]

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