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When I met The Man o’ the House, at his home, I was struck by the sparse atmosphere. The bare walls were light grey (OMG!), the floors were covered in large white tile separated by grey grout and a small, round glass table with four chairs almost suggested he might eat here. Passing through the kitchen toward the office in the back, not one implement of cuisine destruction was in sight. A coffee pot graced the long counter top. Cigarette smoke filled the house.

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