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“She was creepier than my mom,” Anna confided as she walked along the street with Glen. It was a commercial neighborhood, but most of the stores were shut, boarded up, or in two cases, burnt out. “Why did she come in through the fire escape?” “Oh, she didn't...” Glen stopped herself from informing Anna that there was no fire escape outside her building. “I mean, doesn't, she doesn't like... elevators.” “Wow. She didn't strike me as the kind of person who would have an issue like that.” They walked in silence for a while, crossing over to Bryanville park, which looked great in the daytime. Victorian-esque, as Glen liked to think of it. She had seen images on the internet of how things looked back then. Everyone dressed all proper, the women with long flowing skirts and large floppy hats.
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