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The soft morning light began to flow through the hazy clouds, slightly illuminating the sleepy houses of the small Kansas town. It bounced happily off the gleaming mailboxes and shone on the tidy front gardens, which were being drenched by spinning sprinklers. All of these picturesque houses were identical, monotonous, except for one, which stood towards the end of the road.        At first glimpse you may have thought that this house fitted the pattern, yet on second glance you would notice its difference. Although it looked the same, a quaint detached house made of white washed wood, it had a distinct untidiness about it that the others d