There was an advertisement on television for imaginary communities in which everyday Americans could live the lifestyles of actors, dancers, and musicians, complete with intricate, ornate, and professionally lighted stage sets. A young actor on the commercial sang that there was nothing like it in real life.
In Rock's mind, he lived in such a world. His den and kitchen were specifically designed as if for a middle-aged bachelor. It was a confusing circumstance, and he was relieved when he walked onto his front lawn in the darkness to see his neighborhood remained as he remembered it.
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