Tuesday, August 5, 2008

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Near the bathroom, a small servants stairway led back down to the dancehallway. That was the center of the house. And that was where Paul might wind up rolled up in the rug like a drunken sancho. That's where the piano hung out. That's where Dan might get a good running start before putting his above averaged size head through one of the panes of the Frenchy double doors.

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