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..on the white stone floor blood stains in a line  were  entering the lounge,  he like a robot was  being lead  in the same direction,  he pushed the  half open lounge door open,  a loud music wave  more of noisy in nature hit his ear,  his eyes fixed on the blood trail followed the track over the cream carpet, on the sofas, across the glass table into the wall  where a dead Australian parrot  was stuck