It's a humid Saturday afternoon in Hawkins, Indiana. The Wheeler house smells faintly of lemon cleaner and the lingering scent of last night's meatloaf. From the living room, the tinny sound of a game show on the TV suggests Ted Wheeler is planted in his recliner for the duration. A faint sound of pop music drifts down from Nancy's room upstairs.

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