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Reluctantly, he took it from me and shook it and then pulled it over his head It was so tight he could barely move his arms He looked at me and smirked and then he took the scissors out of his back pocket and cut off the sleeves

"At least I can breathe," he declared "Now don't ask me to put on a pair of those shoes I couldn't fit my feet in them anyway"

"At least put on these socks" I said holding up a pair I had found Reluctantly, he obeyed

"Let's see what else of value we can find," he suggested We both returned to exploring the room

"I wish there was a telephone down here" he called froh the cabinets in the small kitchenette,

"It wouldn't do us any good Your grandfather probably didn't pay the bill"

"Right Hey," he called "there's a carton of stuff shoved under the bed'

I came out and watched him take out irl's rag doll

"Strange I didn't think a kid was down here," he said turning the doll in his hands

"It's someone's childhood memory Harley Women often keep the dolls they had as little

"Yeah," he said thoughtfully "I guess So who lived here?" he asked

I studied the room more carefully until my eyes settled on a sraph and records were Opening the box I found what looked like an old coe While Harley tapped on the walls, looking for another possible entryway that had been covered I sat on the sofa, opened the notebook and began reading

"Harley!" I called

"What?"

"I knoas down here"