St. Vincent's Ambient Remake of the Golden Girls Theme Makes Me Feel Like I'm Drowning In Wicker

I walk into the kitchen. “Dorothy?” There is no response but my own echo. “Blanche? Rose? Sophia?” Nothing. I open the fridge and find it warm and empty, apart from a single cheesecake covered in a thick layer of mold. The lanai, I think. They must be out on the lanai. I peer out the window and see no one—just a…

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