Nothing to Eat Here
The TV was on before Raymond opened his eyes. That was how it always went. The TV got up before him, turned itself on to the morning news, and waited for him to notice that it was already running. He would shuffle into the living room in his bathrobe, pour a cup of coffee that had been sitting on the stove since six, and sit down in the armchair that had swallowed his body so completely it was...
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