I picture grown-ups huddled around a table in a kitchen. Other rooms dark. Half of the adults smoking, slurping cups of coffee. Children ask for things. The experience of a hard day, hard week, ebbs away, while the sun slots itself behind tall buildings. The noise of cars has died down, fewer people are out…
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