[people think August looks at them funny. he teeters between foreboding stare and a general aloofness that makes the hairs on the back of their neck stand up. it's how he's watching Grace now, a distant curiosity, like nothing really surprises him anymore.
she could tell him that the stairs move like in harry potter and he'd believe her. he follows her down the steps lazily, one heavy footfall after another, then quieter as he catches up.]
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she could tell him that the stairs move like in harry potter and he'd believe her. he follows her down the steps lazily, one heavy footfall after another, then quieter as he catches up.]
Has anyone died here?