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JERM IX: Layers peel away.
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JERM IX: The paint peels and falls to the floor.
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JERM IX: The seat falls from the chair, and the house is tired.
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JERM IX: The curtains hang themselves.
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JERM IX: The rocking horse freezes to the floor, and is unable to perform its primary function.
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JERM IX: Art suffers.
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JERM IX: The books of God are unreadable at this time of year.
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JERM IX: Wesley Snipes is no match against the antagonist known as decay.
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JERM IX: Once treasured items become inanimate objects, losing their purpose in life.
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JERM IX: Windows to the soul get broken, and cold chilly air blows through the house.
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JERM IX: Positive rewards become meaningless.
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JERM IX: Is it still a treasure chest, if no one wants it?
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JERM IX: Mould continues to spread, to no end.
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JERM IX: It is a downward slope.
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JERM IX: The foundation continues to lose stability.
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JERM IX: Guilt falls by the wayside, and the house feels off the hook for its actions.
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JERM IX: The wallpaper begins to bend and crease, exposing the layers beneath.
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JERM IX: The once cherished memories don't stand a chance.
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JERM IX: The empty cupboards shed their outer skin and expose their ugly past.
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JERM IX: The great moral collapse continues.
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JERM IX: A childs war memorial project adorning the wall seems appropriate, since the house looks like a warzone.
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JERM IX: Eventually, the house exposes layer after layer of its past mistakes.
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JERM IX: A story unfolds.
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JERM IX: The past is left behind.
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JERM IX: The stench of raccoon feces and frozen carcasses fill the air.
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JERM IX: Life becomes a sinkhole
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JERM IX: E v e r y t h i n g falls apart
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JERM IX: What makes a house a home?
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JERM IX: Yesterdays add up.
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JERM IX: The hole gets wider and deeper over time.