We kind of love the Edgar Allan Poe House on 7th and Spring Garden, where the writer lived from 1838-1844. We love it because some of our favorite pieces of his work, including , were published while he lived there. We love it because it means we can claim Poe as a native son. And we love it for being completely empty. (So! Creepy!)
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