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| *Potter: "So you think he liked you?" | | *Potter: "So you think he liked you?" |
| *Greene: "Nah, he TOLERATED me, you understand?" | | *Greene: "Nah, he TOLERATED me, you understand?" |
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− | *Potter: "Did he ever go outside?"
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− | *Greene: "Once or twice, I seen. He wore these old goggles - Bakelite goggles with black-out glass - when he went."
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− | *Potter: "Yeah?"
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− | *Greene: "Yeah. He could see just fine in the dark. He walked around after hours sometimes in the rooms surrounding his office; all the lights off, just in the dark."
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− | *Potter: "So he wore them whenever he was in sunlight?"
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− | *Greene: "Yeah. He liked heat. He liked the lamps, but something about the sun bugged him. Not his skin, just his eyes."
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− | *Potter: "So he didn't like blood? You said something about that earlier, I think."
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− | *Greene: "Yeah. I cut myself once while preparing his lunch, and when I walked in his office, he got up and started screaming at me. He was really, really mad; really PO'd. He stood away from me like it was catching."
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− | *Potter: "What was he yelling?"
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− | *Greene: "[Laughs] For me to get out, to come back later, that he wasn't hungry, that my blood made him sick."
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− | *Potter: "You bled a lot?"
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− | *Greene: "That's the thing. I didn't bleed hardly at all, and just on one finger. The finger was wrapped in gauze."
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− | *Potter: "So he saw the bandage?"
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− | *Greene: "Nah. I had my other hand with the cut on the door. He couldn't see it."
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− | *Potter: "How did he know?"
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− | *Greene: "[Laughs] I think he SMELLED it."
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