old folks frey, the curb to the housethe smell of illness and lost soulspainted on the walls of washed off paintquirky noises; maybe its settling inits an old house, of generationsBrandy gave me a key; old swine gave upthe ghosts in the alley were broken; flickering lights
-NORTON
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