Welcome home. The table is set, the beds are all made. Your clothes are clean and pressed and something’s cooking downstairs.
Welcome home. The door is locked, the windows are nailed shut. Your clothes are new and black and the furniture’s bolted down.
Welcome home. The walls are thick, the voices are stifled. Your clothes are someone else’s and the intercom’s crackling.
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