A dusty room. Of the 70s. Bomchickabowa.
Strips of dark-stained wood veneer.
Shaggy carpet that's nasty.
A sofa; on Craigslist, they call it retro chic.
Brown boxes the kind you get when you're laid off.
Sliding glass door and a sunset like Britney Spear's "I'm a Slave for You" with a splash of mellow yellow bleeding to the insides.j
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