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By Elizabeth Harper Neeld,
It was almost dark when I
got home, and a light rain was falling. I could see the kitchen
from the carport. I had left a light on, and through the mist the
room looked warm and cheerful: tall, bright red chairs clustered
around an old circular oak farm table, red-and-white napkins on the
table; green plants on the shelf. But I knew the scene was a lie.
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