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Scene: Bedroom walls a pale yellow, ceiling a glossy white. In the center, a white crib that looks like it has cradled infants before, the chipped paint reveals patches of bare wood. The crib door is opened and a blue and yellow blanket ornamented with teddy bears, hung halfway outside, partially covering the unmade rumpled bed, the imprint of the baby's form still visible on the mattress. Like the blanket, the tiny matching pillow case looks worn although clean. Everything in the room look like hand me downs or like they were purchased second hand. The fresh scent of baby powder is fading amidst the odor of souring diapers, seen in the make shift garbage box at the foot of the crib. Not a toy is visible anywhere. At the head of the crib is a chest, the drawers are wide open. Nothing was in them except a piece of crumpled blue tissue in the top drawer. Next to the chest is a closet the door half opened, it too, was empty. Against the wall, alongside the foot of the crib is a cushioned wooden love seat the hair line cracks long and visible in the worn leather. Eight pictures of a baby boy lined the wall facing the door of the empty crib. They are labeled in time from the day he came home up to his two year birthday. Across the floor on the window ledge of the only window in the room, a feeding bottle half full of baby formula. The bedroom door opens directly into the shabby living room and overlooks the sofa which is situated beneath the curtained double windows; its tattered seat exposing the foam of the cushion, to the right of the sofa further along the wall a door that leads directly to the street.