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Tuesday, June 17, 2008
The Cabinet
Every family in every town in every country on every continent has one.
It’s a cabinet, not particularly odd, not out of place.
The paint was peeling a bit on the corners and the knob was a bit loose. The inside smelled like dust and the paint wasn’t the same as the kitchen walls.
You hid in there once during a game of hide ‘n’ seek.
No one told you it doesn’t open back into your reality. Don’t worry, you can’t tell the difference.
But everyone misses you.
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