Dining room table

20 Jan 2008

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The dining room table solid oak, coated in stain stood here in days before mother went away a cigarette burn, permanently etched from my drunken uncle, making a mess coffee cup rings, scatters of salt a scratch from the night me and Kourtney went out it rarely hosts meals rather than clutter and bottles four people once used the chairs one chair remains

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