The afternoon of the living dead would have greeted you today if you had come to visit. Each child wearily entered with heavy feet groping for a place to lay their heavy bodies. None of them had much left to give, all energy depleted. The couch beckoned sleep. Even Roxie joined the sleeping brood. Wednesdays are the afternoons of the living dead because Tuesdays are the nights of living way too late.
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