Everything inside his house slants to one side. You can't tell from the outside, but if you make it to the front door, or even the porch, and look in, you can see the haphazard way in which he lives. One thing leaning against the other; all are waiting for the slightest tremor to fall. Room after room has been destroyed by the careless misstep of a visitor or guest. Soon there will be none left. I have not stopped by in quite a while. I'll admit I no longer care to.
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