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Oh my god, she did it again! Milton breathe-slumped and rolled his eyes. He didn’t mind Penny playing in the basement, but how many times did he have to tell her not to touch the model? Too many, he thought, tweezing the house back into its rightful location. And why did it always appear in this spot? Milton shrugged; eight year olds.
Upstairs, Milton’s wife felt ready to purge their daughter’s room of her belongings. It had been a difficult year but the time for grief was over. She worried about Milton though; he seemed convinced that Penny still existed.