The moon beat down on one of the foggy windows in his non-lit bedroom. The alarm clock beside his bed, showed 2:24 A.M., though, he was not in his bed. He wasn't watching porn on his computer, অথবা passed out on the পালঙ্ক from watching the "The এল-মৃত্যু পত্র Word." Actually he wasn't in his apartment at all. Instead he was of doing those things at this time at night, he did something else, on accident.
His cold, lifeless body lay there, in his cream colored chair in the corner of his office. The পরবর্তি দিন had come, it was around 7 O'clock in the morning when Foreman had found his body.
"House?" He shook him...
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