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Oh, My
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18 Downstairs Dining Room Oh, My The house inside our house is a gingerbread house and it is on the dining room table. There is no house inside the gingerbread house probably, but you don’t know. You can’t see in the gingerbread windows outlined in icing with sugar wafer shutters, so you don’t know, do you, that there aren’t gingerbread people in there who have made a miniature version of this house you are standing in out of whatever gingerbread people eat, which surely is not gingerbread. Perhaps they bake little boards, melt sugar into glass windows, cut chewy shingles out of licorice with a paring knife. And if this is true, then it wasn’t a dream, that raisin eye, huge and puckered, that I saw peering through the window yesterday morning to see if we exist. ...