Not the lonely silence of abandonment, but the loud silence of possibility. The refrigerator hums like a spaceship engine. The carpet feels different under your bare feet at 2:00 PM on a Tuesday. You could eat ice cream for breakfast. You could rearrange the furniture. You could—if you were Kevin McCallister—build a gauntlet of paint cans, tarantulas, and micro machines to defend your temporary kingdom.
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