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The cozy home sat at odds to the primary compass points. The front of the building faced northeast, so its corners (and the corners of each of the rooms) faced off to the various proper compass points.

There stood a large television stand in the eastern corner with an even larger (though thin) television stretching out of the edges of both sides of it. One of those "big screen" teevees that really ought to be hanging on a wall but isn't.

Two chairs to the right of the television, framing an electric fireplace with a mantle of seasonal decorations. To the right of THAT, on the northern corner, a very plush older Easy Chair with a wooden level on the side to lean it back or stand it up again.

What should be the wall on the northwestern side of the room is mostly a doorway to the dining room. The contents of THAT we leave out of account for now. To the right of the wide door, an abstract painting. To the left, the thermostat (actually two thermostats, of different vintages -- the new one works its magic while the older one sits by mute in case ever called on again).

Most of the southwestern side of the room hosts the back of a sofa, and then a chaise lounge. The two of them create an "L" effect, with the chaise reaching into the interior of the room. In the crook of the L sits a coffee table. Too large for its spot, round, and glass.

The southeastern wall features a furnace below and a large window above. This is also the place where the dog eats and drinks, when the noises from the furnace don't constrain such wholesome activities.

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