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November 27, 2018
The other coffee table was in the basement. It was a twin to the one upstairs in the living room. The one in the basement was not happy with being in the basement. It was dark in the basement and cold. The table scooted across the carpet in the dark. It scooted up to the stairs and felt the lower step against its legs. It bumped up against the step, but try as it might, it could not get a leg up on the step. It called to its twin upstairs. The one upstairs whimpered and turned toward the steps.