Monday, November 1, 2010
At least on the outside.
Inside the walls of the perfect houses, the people were not so nice to each other at all. The brighter the image they wanted to project, the darker their secrets.
Nobody would ever know though. Everybody kept up appearances, and the facade of perfect living seemed unbreakable.
The perfect people had others to do their dirty work.
Others to unleash their darkness upon.
Others to mow their lawns.
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