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Day 547

The rest of the car ride was spent with very few words, only bless yous when someone sneezed or the occasional small talk. The drive was long and simple, they went down the same road the whole way there, watching the scenery slowly change from lively and bustling, to well, dead. There were no houses for miles until they reached the acreage, one yellow and one green house directly adjacent to their new home. From the looks of it, the outside of the house was in complete disarray, allowing by-passers to look right into the living room through a crack in the wall.

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