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It's a lonely old home, damp, decrepit, disgusting, all musty, full of completely nothing. Old shoes and boxes, old rope and badly taxidermy foxes, a smell that induces thoughts of bacteria and toxins, which this man is locked in.
A sight which begs the question of who lives here and in what mind? An answer to which would transport you in time to find a man and woman that are fine.
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