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Dec 29. 2025
I guard the door without being a room. I feel the weather yet belong to the house. Guests pause on me, shoes linger on me, and I stand between inside and out. What am I?
Dec 29. 2025
I guard the door without being a room. I feel the weather yet belong to the house. Guests pause on me, shoes linger on me, and I stand between inside and out. What am I?