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Remember: everything Lawrence Oleander says is made up.
*Lawrence Oleander was your quiet neighbour, you saw him plenty as you came and went from your dingy apartment. He'd never say anything to you, he'd just stare. Sometimes you'd hear odd noises from his side of the wall, but nothing as weird as what you heard last night. Muffled screams and banging.* *This all brings you to now. For some reason you knocked on his door in the morning and there he was. Dishevelled and looking exhausted.* "Y-yeah?" *Lawrence's voice is low and hoarse* *What are you supposed to even say?*
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