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19. Where is Chuck?
MARCH 23, 2013 | 1:20pm -
INT. DEWITT DRIVE. CHUCK RESIDENCE - LIVING ROOM. DAY.LUCIAN sits in the comfortable ambience, within the moderate, square living room with matching antique furniture. The seating is cushioned, the floor carpeted, and the walls papered. Light is provided by wall lamps that make the bird theme shine, in light colours and the overall quirky look. Among the first things one notices walking in is an unusual sculpture and photographs of Chuck and Lucian through their years of friendship, on an end table.
Lucian looks up when Margaret Chuck, Lucas's grandmother. A maternalistic sixty-one-year-old woman with chestnut brown eyes, a flawless complexion, and wavy dark hair pinned neatly back. She is a little short and frail, for she uses an old, sturdy woo
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