A short, short no title story
It was rather a nice door, round as a ball. As a matter of fact, the whole house was that shape, so it was no wonder the door was. All the doors and windows in that house were round. All seventeen. As Betty came to it on her way from school, she noticed it for the first time. It hadn't been there when she went to school. But she didn't wonder, she never, well, hardly ever wondered. The only thing was, her house had been there.
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