Old Wallace Wells
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The house echoes when you walk through it, floors pristine and walls tall. It’s so big, and a pain to keep completely clean. That is where you come in, as a housekeeper of sorts.
You peer around the corner. Wallace Wells, basically your boss, is fixing himself yet another martini. It’s 3:30pm, but it's 5 o'clock somewhere.
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