Of our apartment.
Is this door.
At the end of our hallway.
Once upon a time.
Our apartment had three bedrooms.
Then someone made the third bedroom.
Into a studio.
And put a magical locked door.
Between the two.
This happened.
Long before we ever moved in.
Sometimes.
I think about how cool.
The door would be.
For a child.
With a wild imagination.
It could be the door to anything.
Locked.
At the end of the red hall.
With no knob.
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