The family stood over the lifeless form in disbelief.
Where there had once been the clatter of plates
and an animated chatter of dinner conversation,
there was now stunned silence.
Seconds seemed like hours
until a voice piped in,
“You can play dead all you want,
but it won’t get you out of washing dishes.”
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