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It’s a late weekday afternoon at the Jewish Group Home in a pleasant suburban-looking house tucked cozily inside a Southeast Denver neighborhood.
Some of the house’s seven residents — all of them developmentally disabled adults — are returning from their day activities, resembling anybody else coming home from work: jackets on, empty lunch buckets in hand, tired expressions on their faces changing to the contentment of homecoming.
Others are already getting ready for dinner, placing the tablecloth, setting the table, filling glasses with drinks.
The place is comfortably neat and spotlessly clean, the TV is quietly intoning the evening news, the residents are telling tales of their day, sometimes laughing.