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Good heavens, is it November already? And how did my living quarters get so out of hand? It's not merely the dishes piled up in the sink and the newspapers in paper bags, no, it's worse than that. There are bits of minotaur and what might have been a sphinx all over my front room. Here, what's this tail doing here? Fancy leaving something like that around. A person could trip over it and take a header into the bookcases.