The regulars had not been seen for days, not since their co-existence had been become conscious of, and the relationships calculated. Their singular multi-layered presence could not accommodate unknowns; interference threatened most certain trespasses against them. But the red anorak could try, outcast and brought to bear with tumultuous synchronicity. Riled by the knowledge that had bred fear, despairing that experience had not unfurled the house to innocent possibilities, but rather it had become a bastion against the ingenuously naïve.
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