Forgettingtown
It all started on a night where it might have been raining and dark and such, when a sexy, smoldering woman (maybe a smoldering man? Will research later) walked in the door. I think I worked there. She was asking about a door. Wait, no, she walked in the door. I was the one asking about the door, because I don't know what a door is. One thing I did know was, I had to take the case. This door conspiracy wasn't going to solve itself.
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