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Ring
Again
The
doorbell rings.
Inside,
the silence sits up, the darkness holds its breath, and the absence of all touch listens. Only if it hears a second ring—for that was,
like a dollar bill torn in half, the agreed-upon sign—if it hears one more
ring, then lights will come on footsteps will rush to open the door with hands
to hold open the door for your smell
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