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The facts help. Pointing out the exits most of all. The doors in the House were cosmetic only; the dinner never ended, so there was no need of them. The sunlight is soaking in as well; beneath the smells of food, cut grass and mud churned up by countless feet, the acrid throat-stinging tang Dimitri's come to recognize as car exhaust. His nose wrinkles reflexively at the mention of homelessness.

He shuts his eyes. " ... laughter. I hear laughter."