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This place, where I've been for as long as I can remember, is where I live. It's magical really - and I don't mean that figuratively. This house feels so very much alive, or at least I think that. I feel as if I'm surrounded by its entity, but not in a bad or watchful way. It feels as if it's trying to blanket you in a nurturing atmosphere. At times I could swear I see the walls move, or lights adjust when one of us enters a room, little things like that.
By us, I mean my roommates; Tonks, Roxy, Dez and Ace. They're very... um
vibrant. They also don't seem to remember anything from before they got here. But unlike me, they seem pretty comfortable about it. I don't see how they can be like that, though. Aren't they worried? What about their families? Friends? What did they forget?
Ace, our constantly miffed and rough-around-the-edges roommate, does have his concerns about the matter. He pulled me aside one day and showed me something he said we'v