The house

Young lady walkes into a house. A big red house. Empty house full of furniture and flowers. The smell is like a breath from a new born baby. The warm hugs her when she takes a step inside the house. It's empty and all these people staring at her, smiling. It's gone. The people is gone. The flower die's. The smell goes out the window. The furniture are sold and the money is used to buy whiskey. The house is full of nothing. Nothing left. She moves on!


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