A house in the suburbs,
surrounded by trees and well kept lawns,
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the walls covered with family pictures,
posed in frozen and forced smiles,
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and bloody messiahs hanging helplessly
from wooden crosses.
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A small crowd
of slightly drunk guests flows
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from the
dining room,
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where there is bread and cheese and wine
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laid out on a long elegant table,
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to the living room,
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where there are jokes and stories,
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told by older women in evening gowns
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and a skinny older man smoking a thick cigar,
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to the garden,
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where there is a barbecue
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and a few men in their twenties,
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wearing undershirts and loose dark pants,
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and drinking out of large bottles of cheap beer.
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