I need to get out of this place.

Falling-apart, ramshackle place that the Big Bad Wolf could blow down with barely a huff-and-puff, if he had a mind to. In the middle of no-fucking-where.

There's no place like home, there's no place like home, there's no place like--
Hell. There's plenty of places like home. I just want somewhere that's NOT home.

Maybe I should click my heels together and say this.
There's no place like a beachside mansion, there'sno place like a beachside mansion, there's no place like a beachside mansion...

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