"The guy was a real
solitary type of guy, real lonely seeming. And that house, man, that house was
old. Crumbling, actually, rotting at each corner, sagging along the rooflines.
Thick green moss practically swallowed it up, wrapped it in a fuzzy damp layer
of organism. It smelled like moss smells, like humus and decay smell. It was
the kind of earthy, wet, devouring air that gets closer and tighter around your body when you walk up the path towards his door. "
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