in Illinois
November 10th, 2002
I wrote down every detail of this immence room. A furnice behind a rutty velvet chair, tiles of what must have looked like marble. I was utterly lost in the oils of family portraits on the rotting wall when Mr.G said, "Do work faster Dr.Weston."
I turned my head and mummbled, "Yes boss." I scribbled down data about how I guessed each portrait was gilded to last this long. I wondered how the family had dissapered...
P.S Sorry, it's time for dinner!
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