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I rapped on the door, its

peeling paint sticking to

my knuckles.

She answered right away,

wearing a short-toothed smile.

She said she had some meat

stuck between her teeth.

In the kitchen, a game

of solitaire lay amid

empty dinner dishes—

One plate,

one fork and

a dull steak knife.

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