Simon's mind raced as he was in Carter Mansion's living room. He sat impatiently looking at the walls with pictures of ugly men, looking for Michael. Suddenly a hand landed on his shoulder. Frightened by the dim light of the candle, he slowly turned around. The thin man was laughing like a stick. By then Michael had also come into the room.
Simon began to say,
Wishing with respect. I am Simon.
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