Somewhere there’s a house. There’s a door to walk through. Inside this house there are walls. On these walls hang pictures of a family known. There’s more in this house. There’s a kitchen with cabinets fully stocked: pans, pots, food- oh yes- food. There’s a table too. The fridge is modern. There’s an app for the stove? Yes ma’am. Oh snap! A dishwasher. There’s more. This house has rooms. Four to be exact. In each room there’s a bed. And they’re all so comfortable! Ooo these rooms smell nice. They do, they do. Bathrooms in this house there are. Enough to go around. Books. Books. Books and more books. This house is a library. Vices? Just a little. There’s a clip on the porch. Little whisky on the shelf.
And lo, the house is now a home because within its walls reside you and I and a couple of little half-gremlins running around of our make. Can you see it?
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