He clutched the hem of his blanket
…frayed though nearly new, as the shouting from Downstairs continued. He discovered that holding a stuffed animal against each ear more or less rendered the actual words, even their tonality, indecipherable. It was usually better when others were over; when the stale, charged air of the house abated when the door opened, admitting both outside […]
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