Some fools who themselves, I guess, they're not fooling me.

Love hurts.

Who?

Love hurts.

It's the largest and most elegant house in town, a queen and Victorian, proud and graceful.

It's still got the original Leta Glass Windows a century later.

A deep porch that curves around two sides.

Standing out front, looking to the left of the steps to the front door, you can see a round tower rise to an elegant point.

A turret.

Who wouldn't want a turret?

Two AM, the village of Oregon in Wisconsin.

A few thousand people on the edge of a small highway.

A few miles of streets like this one.

The kind of place where people take pride in keeping the sidewalks shoveled neat from snow.

And it's cold.

The calendar says March, but the weather says January.

A lone car whizzing by.

There won't be another one for a while.

It's probably some kids sneaking home after a night partying in Madison.

The big city.

This is a small town.

But it's a late night for someone moving through that big elegant house.

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