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and in you would come, stopping first to laugh at puppertwinkle, the chihuahua and his bark of welcome, though he would sound angry, it's his way of saying bonjour, for moments later, he will be solicting pets and affection. you would hang your coat on top of 25 others and place your docs next to 25 others, staring at collages on the walls of the foyer, perhaps noticing a quote of your own borrowed from a long ago blather post.
we would lead you into the kitchen and offer you a sweetcake and a glass of merlot, or a refill on your coffee while the family of siamese would wrap their tails around your legs and hop into your lap and kiss your face. and then we would welcome you across the patchwork tile down the painted wooden stairs to the brick work and cozy fire. to where the children sing and the faeries dance and happiness is something you're given everyday. several of us would shake your hand and say we enjoy your writing and lavish you in respect and tell you how powerfully intrigued we are by your piquant words.
and that is just the first five minutes.
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