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I lived here once,” the author said after a moment.”Here? For a long time?””No. For just a little while when I was young.””It must have been rather cramped.””I didn’t notice.””Would you like to try it again?””No. And I couldn’t if I wanted to.”He shivered slightly and closed the windows. As they went downstairs, the visitor said, half apologetically: “It’s really just like all houses, isn’t it?”The author nodded.”I didn’t think it was when I built it, but in the end I suppose it’s just like other houses after all.
