This morning, I was awakened by the most God awful screeching. I hoped it was outside, but no such luck. The inhuman screeching was coming from inside my bedroom.
Now, in my dreams, I am Buffy, I am Thorn St. Croix, I am Rachel Morgan, perhaps even Anita Blake with a much less confusing sex life. In REAL LIFE, however, I gently shake my husband
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