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The Apartment #59

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Eyes were wide, mouths clamped firmly shut. Apart, that is, from Harry Danes, whose effortless grin merely varied in intensity. His eyes, however, were fixed: glued to each talker in their turn, assessing, appraising, not once looking away as their stories unfolded.

Rick coughed. The noise released the others from a state of trance-like bewilderment.
"What happens now?" Tisha asked
"Mr Danes?" Daniel Ryland rubbed reddened eyes, "What is our next step?"
"My friends," Danes put his hands, prayer-like, to his lips. His eyebrows briefly arched, as if sharing the punchline of a joke, "I have no idea."

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    Christopher over 3 years ago

    And if Harry Danes doesn't know then God, or somebody, help them!

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    Drew Martyn over 3 years ago

    Well, someone better help them or I'm in trouble too, lol :)

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