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Oct 2013
If furniture could talk we would all be ******; the things we do behind closed doors are not attractive. The couch would tell others of our Friday-night-mishaps and of sounds we learn to make deep in the night.
If furniture could talk, we would all be ******; what we say is not acceptable. Venom drips from the lips of snakes we allow into our homes, seeping into the walls.
If furniture could talk, we would all be ******; we do things in solitude that we do not wish others to see. Contorted faces, hands in places, we know they should not be.
Victoria Kiely
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Victoria Kiely  Guelph
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