the wallpaper is faded and peeling in the walls of the living room, cobwebs covering windows where shreds of curtains hang. thick layers of dust coat the kitchen table, chairs broken and splintered.
the wind blows in through a gap in the window, producing a faint whistling sound.
pages of newspaper and magazine articles scatter the floor, you'd think a journalist lived here.
the stairs that lead upstairs creak like a pair of aching knees and at the top
sits a man.
hands folded together, his head is bowed, face hidden by a curtain of washed out blonde hair.]
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the wallpaper is faded and peeling in the walls of the living room, cobwebs covering windows where shreds of curtains hang. thick layers of dust coat the kitchen table, chairs broken and splintered.
the wind blows in through a gap in the window, producing a faint whistling sound.
pages of newspaper and magazine articles scatter the floor, you'd think a journalist lived here.
the stairs that lead upstairs creak like a pair of aching knees and at the top
sits a man.
hands folded together, his head is bowed, face hidden by a curtain of washed out blonde hair.]