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Lovely to see you, Don. Still remember me?

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With all his stuff put away rather quickly, Oliver had the rest of the day to explore the manor. He didn't have a lot of things, maybe only a suitcase full of clothes, a couple pairs of shoes, and a few books. Life in the foster care system forced one to rely on having nothing and still being able to function. Things would often get stolen or broken, so you learned to not hold much stock in what you had with you. Clothes would often be from Goodwill, too big and awkward for you, just like Oliver's own clothes, and shoes would most likely be converse, dirty and second hand, but they lasted a while. Going from that world to Houghton Manor was a wake up. He had his own room, own bed, and it was all free. He hadn't had his own room in years. This whole being at the beck and call of Members thing, however, was something to get used to. But it seemed simple enough, at least on paper. Oliver approached room 304. Looking up and down the hall a moment he reached up and knocked on the door. "It's Oliver, Sir."