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Monday, February 21, 2011
Trespasser
The alarm is going off.
Was.
Was going off.
Harry's sitting in the living room with a gun.
The police came. They didn't find anything.
The snow probably took his tracks.
You didn't take anything. So I know you left something in here...where is it?
AND WHY IS THERE SNOW ABSOLUTELY EVERYWHERE. IT
JUST
MELTED.
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