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It was his room. The sign on the door made it clear. They don’t come in. Except when they do, with that look as they cast their eyes around the posters, the mess: his posters, his mess. It’s not as though they needed to check, he thought. The house was smart enough to record and report. She knew he didn’t like it when she knocked and came in. She secretly hoped to find him under the covers scrolling, like her mum had tuned into pirate radio or she had torrented. The dark was where the good music was, she remembered.