“I have gathered you all here today,” said the Private Eye, “because I have, indeed, solved the crime!” But when he turned around, he found the room to be empty. That’s how it always seemed, recently – not many people around.
Perhaps it is my fault, he thought. Every time I solve a crime, I downsize the interact-able population by one. Maybe I’ve finally done it. Maybe I’ve put everyone in prison. The possibility of this made the Private Eye very sad. But I still have so many questions to ask, he thought.
The Private Eye decided to interrogate the wallpaper. It spoke, at great length, of stripes and fading.
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