The house says, 'yesterday I was five rooms of heartache. I heard the crying through my walls. For days I knew trouble was bungling my wallpaper. Catastrophic cracks appeared on all the ceilings. The dominant doors swung open at inappropriate moments-when my inhabitants were undressing or going to the toilet. What had been a magnificent edifice was now a poor ruin. I was always much more than they knew. I was always a home in my brick heart.'
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