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Jan 17, 2007 20:12

It's late; far later than the lights are generally on in the living room. But on they are, even though the fireplace has died down to its embers. There are some files on the coffee table, and a half-finished grocery list. One pile of neatly folded clothes occupies the armchair, while basketful of unfolded laundry sits on the floor beside it.

There are also a couple of limp forms on the couch.

'Dora's head is pillowed on the arm of the sofa, her mouth hanging slightly open.
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