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It was the Clinton House. The Truro house has a neighbor who checks every thing weird that happens there and brings his hammer. He's been broken into, found who did it and squared things..to his satisfaction.
Here nobody knows nuttin, so when I do find out and I will, there're be a pile of bloody laundry found in the street. Just so everyone knows who is who in this little passion play..
Striper's still MIA
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