My belly is less happy with me than other parts. Oogy queasies tilt my basement odd angles, turning everything a strange shade of green. I like green—I do—just not this particular hue which reminds me of what I don’t want to think about right now, namely the insides of my body and not the good parts.

Moving right along, let’s direct attention outward to where it’s already dark, so no view to comment on; still, the faux fire in the fake fireplace emits real heat and glows golden without having to be tended, which I like a lot.

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