Thursday the house went up in black smoke. Â The fire department came and the hausers retreated to the cozy hibernation of winter office.
Friday the basement was filled with poisonous gas, effervescent haunting threads wandered the crypt of the basement foundation, pulling down posters and making their presence known with the filthy fingerprints of antiquated mirages pressed into the fibers of the basement laundry pile.
Saturday there was an explosion that filled the Whitehaus with hot water vapor. Â The walls sweat with the carbon dioxide exhale of stubborn carefree youth in the grips of fatal romance.Â
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