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In the honey-gold spotlight of sun cast through the gap in what were now his curtains, Matty makes a terrible discovery.   This room is even worse than it'd looked in the lowlight last night, every corner now revealed in horrifying detail. The trash. The dust. The grime. Wrinkles sprawled on every shirt left to die on what might have been a neat enough pile once, to say nothing of the clothes in question. All dull, dreary col...

The chatter of clicks and creaks from the ceiling fan overhead makes Matty's new ear twitch.   He ought to have expected something like this, in hindsight. Were his new host living in the lap of luxury now denied him yet again, their paths never would have crossed to begin with. No one, he's certain, would be waiting for an overcrowded bus with only a streetlamp to be their witness unless they absolutely had to. To hope his new "home" would contradict all first impressions was ...