Part Two: Chapter Forty Two

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Halting the noise of the record on the player beside me, I retract the old, eight year old vinyl and place it in it's case. Walking down the stairs to the kitchen, I see three sets of plates on the table, dirty and used. Next to the sink is a note scrawled messily on a napkin. It's in the fridge. Clean everything up.

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