December 15th, 2005
I walk through the series of rooms. I enter a room darker than the rest. Strands of cooked spaghetti lie on the floor. Each strand is in the shape of a spiral made by right angles.
I walk through the series of rooms. I enter a room darker than the rest. Strands of cooked spaghetti lie on the floor. Each strand is in the shape of a spiral made by right angles.
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