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reincarceration November 30 2010, 05:06:23 UTC

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reincarceration November 30 2010, 06:12:06 UTC
[ To get to the attic you have to crawl inside of a dumbwaiter and then pull yourself up with the rope dangling through a hole in the ceiling. When you begin hauling on the rope, the dumbwaiter shakes, but otherwise is stable. ]

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reincarceration November 30 2010, 06:12:21 UTC

reincarceration November 30 2010, 05:09:33 UTC

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reincarceration November 30 2010, 05:13:02 UTC
[ As you brush your fingers across the dry flowers, the smell of cigars and whiskey hits you. You can hear the shuffling of cards, and several men laughing. You get the impression that there is a group of them, crowded around a poker table.

It has been a good night, you think. You feel yourself smiling, a little. They're happy, you think, this is nice, you also think. But then the good mood evaporates, swinging violently into malcontent.

Somewhere, it feels like you have broken a window. A tall man has picked you up, and you feel more irritated by his presence, but you smile. You smile and apologize.

The dried flower is brittle beneath your touch, and crumbles. ]

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reincarceration November 30 2010, 05:21:24 UTC

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reincarceration November 30 2010, 05:27:33 UTC

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