i sat up in the third floor room, where it was hotter han in other areas of the house, watching. i sat by the window, fans on, lights off- we knew it was bright enough out as it was. the house was huge, but in the middle of nowhere. we had all met earlier, placed in this house by seeming accident- but it was exile. we were just waiting, so many things were off limits. we are class though- how else could we get such characters together in the same town, let alone house? have us be kicked out. i sat there writing. it was a friday. sometime during summer. a man walked up the walkway, whistling and talking into a headset. i ran down the stairs. no, i swung myself down each set of stairs. he glanced up as i timed it to run instead of flying. i ran into the kitchen, behind closed doors. the radio was on. a german station. i motioned frantically to turn the volume down. she did.. not quite understanding. i pushed him aside and turned it off. there is someone out there.. with a microphone! silence met this remark. we sat and waited.
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