The moon beat down on one of the foggy windows in his non-lit bedroom. The alarm clock beside his bed, showed 2:24 A.M., though, he was not in his bed. He wasn't watching porn on his computer, или passed out on the диван, мягкий уголок from watching the "The L Word." Actually he wasn't in his apartment at all. Instead he was of doing those things at this time at night, he did something else, on accident.
His cold, lifeless body lay there, in his cream colored chair in the corner of his office. The Далее день had come, it was around 7 O'clock in the morning when Foreman had found his body.
"House?" He shook him...
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