The sunlight was like lasers from a 70’s sci-fi movie and the house smelled like rabbit turds.
His hand, which seemed to have a permatremble, reached for the remote then drew back as though it would burn him.
Did the house really smell like rabbit turds? He never owned a rabbit.
He realized he was writing lyrics in his head, and comparing things to rabbit …
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