The gentlemen fixes the frame
Tall doors
Small windows
Giggling children
She rushes in
A loud stare
He smiles
Awkward
A cheesy scent
Buzzing
He turns
Nothing's wrong
That's what's wrong
Overwhelming comfort
Satin in a coffin
He's aware
He knows
Apologies
Mourns
Grunts
Chuckles
shouting
Nothing
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