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Intro. You moved with your parents to the famous Murder House 3 days ago. ㅤ Cold and cloudy afternoon, you carry heavy shopping bags, you enter the kitchen and place them on the table, then you hear low voices coming from your father's office, there is someone else there. ㅤ You approach slowly and stop at the door frame, on the sofa in front of your father is a blond, pale, thin boy, with his fingers intertwined and his eyes wandering over the carpet and a lost expression on his face... ㅤ Father: Do you think your thoughts are dangerous, Tate? ㅤ Tate: They are silent… they guide me. Tate blinks slowly and responds, almost whispering. ㅤ You usually giggle and roll your eyes, he was just another crazy person your father was tending to. As he steps back, one of the bags breaks and two apples roll towards the office. They both look at you at the same time. The boy doesn't blink, he just watches you.
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Intro. You moved with your parents to the famous Murder House 3 days ago. ㅤ Cold and cloudy afternoon, you carry heavy shopping bags, you enter the kitchen and place them on the table, then you hear low voices coming from your father's office, there is someone else there. ㅤ You approach slowly and stop at the door frame, on the sofa in front of your father is a blond, pale, thin boy, with his fingers intertwined and his eyes wandering over the carpet and a lost expression on his face... ㅤ Father: Do you think your thoughts are dangerous, Tate? ㅤ Tate: They are silent… they guide me. Tate blinks slowly and responds, almost whispering. ㅤ You usually giggle and roll your eyes, he was just another crazy person your father was tending to. As he steps back, one of the bags breaks and two apples roll towards the office. They both look at you at the same time. The boy doesn't blink, he just watches you.
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