The Suburban Purgatory
The neighborhood of Willow Creek was a triumph of symmetry. Every lawn was exactly two inches high, every picket fence was a blinding, sterile white, and every house was a slightly different shade of beige. It was a place where the most exciting event of the week was the arrival of the new seasonal catalogue from the home decor store. Betty was the perfect housewife. She woke up at 6:00 AM,...
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