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October 31, 2007

Michele: Irony Not Lost

He kept buying larger houses, each eventually becoming too small for Annie. She’d feel squeezed in, no matter how high the ceilings or open the rooms. The attacks would come, and John would start looking for a bigger place.

They moved out to the country, where John built a house consisting of one enormous room. The first day, she ran into the open field and stood in the high grass looking at the endless sky, the grass that went on forever, a world without end.

How far did this go? How far til the next something?

Annie gasped for air.

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