"The night air hit me in the face. I hadn' realized I was standing outside the door until a chilly mist ran up the steps and hugged me. I stuck my hands in my pockets and walked down the drive. Behind me the house watched with staring eyes. I wished it could talk. The gravel path encircled me the gloomy old place with gray arms and I followed it aimlessly, trying to straighten out my thoughts."
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