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and don't bother sleeping. Old houses make a lot of noise when it gets late enough. More cars than I ever could have imagined stopped in front my house last night. Everyone seemed to roll to a stop, open up its rusty doors and let whoever out. The dirt dragged beneath all of the feet through my long driveway and passed the window blocked by the couch I wasn't sleeping on. Everything is so loud in this house when you don't know who is here. So i'll go around asking for you to wake me when you think that i've been asleep long enough, to call my name from outside or let the receiver be the way you get to me. I'll pick up, I always have. There's no assurance in these thin white walls. I don't want you to be free.