It Was Just a House It was the year in which the plumbing went bad That the beloved house, feeling perhaps neglected, began to reveal itself in ways It had previously chosen to keep to itself, the dead, and the demented. Redwood, granite, level-set oak floors and an emptied bedroom emanating puffs of white smoke…

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