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There is something living in the roof. Something of the size of a big rat. It crawls slowly scratching the ceiling on the other side. So close. Right above my face. It has tiny, cunning red eyes and smells of burning animal fat. It hates me. Wrecks me. Gets me. Sometimes. When I let it.
So beware.
* last lomowall with my own photograph of a painting by I forgot who
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