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Oct 2018
It smells of coldness masked by futile central heating
And there is the stereotypical worn out carpet that way too many feet have scuffed along
Oh and the carpet is red
Of course
And the china is bestrewn along narrow ledges because obviously that is the safest place to keep them
But it was probably china from charity shops that had lived in many a house similar to this very one
And the stairs are warped from countless feet lumbering (or in some cases waddling) up them
Don't forget that any possible space on a window ledge or wooden beam is prime positioning for the four year old granddaughters artwork
Or some tribal totem pole that was bought from a souvenir shop in that zoo
And there are dog hairs everywhere
But who doesn't love dogs?
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