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They came home to drawers pulled from their frames, collapsed and stacked on one another, clothes draping over the sides and in piles on the carpet. Cupboard doors open, containers of rice and pasta spilling onto the tile. Files unloaded and strewn about, the ceiling fan blowing old bills and tax documents in a whirlwind. Vases smashed, picture frames shattered, and cushions torn and expelled of their down contents.

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