My front door is never closed. Kids in, kids out, friends in, the dog out, everyone back in. It's less a door and more a suggestion.
Meanwhile I'm heating the entire neighborhood and every fly in Ontario has moved into my kitchen.
"CLOSE THE DOOR!" I yell, to no one, because everyone's already outside again.
Exhale on the porch — with the door closed behind me, obviously. Someone in this house appreciates a closed door.
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