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"The red-clad figure stopped in front of a dingy, yellow-looking house with blue shutters falling off one side of it. He stood for some time, observing it. Finally, he walked up to the rust-covered fence and lifted the latch.
He strolled casually up to the door. Seeing that the door was slightly ajar, the red-clad figure gently pushed it in. A strange mixture of smells greeted him at the door, almost causing him to stumble. A man wearing two different kinds of shoes and hole-laden khakis who was laid out on a brown and green plaid couch was the first thing that he saw. Just as he had moved through the streets, he walked around the house unnoticed. He was appalled at the sights before him. Male and female humans were scattered throughout the house. Some seemed not to even be coherent.
The sounds made by the occupants of the drug house were almost as repugnant as the smells that wafted through.
The figure saw a room to which the door had been taken off, and he moved toward it."
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