Tapping the man on the shoulder, Ollie brought a hand up behind his head sheepishly, running his fingers through the too-long hair that curled out at the nape of his neck. “I have to admit, I have no idea where I am in this house, ever,” he said. “You’d think that after growing up in a house like this I’d figure out where things are a little more easily, but I have no idea where I’m sleeping tonight. I put my stuff in a room and I can’t find that room, and not to be a total jag and ask for directions in a house, but I need help finding stuff in this house.”
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