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The room is fragrant with the odor of bread. The TV blares. A woman sits crying on the sofa; she’ll never have what Oprah wants her to have.

This is the dispassionate debate between a couple well past their expiry date. An argument where no one cares and no one wins. About dishes.

And then when he realized he worked for his lawnmower, and not the other way around, his resentment peaked. I want a condo, he told his wife

The dawn breaks, the sun rises, the lawns glisten. He bends down for the morning paper and his bathrobe opens. The entertainment never ends.

He came home and saw suitcases in the front hall, and she said, I’m just rearranging things, and he had to admit to a little disappointment.