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The Eternal Night #84

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He put on the curly black wig and the bushy black moustache and turned to face me. He really did look like an Italian ice cream seller.

Mason grumbled the entire way down to the street, where we hailed a cab to Lily's parents' house.

It was a nice sized blue cottage type house, an arbor-style front porch, complete with a rose trellis running up the left side, and a white picket fence around the grassy, uncluttered front yard.

All in all, it looked like an idyllic place to grow up, if indeed Lily grew up in this house...

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