“Why? Why does he have an orange on his forehead?” thought the robber frantically, completely stunned and frozen in his tracks. He had broken in to the household only moments before, and now he was in the bedroom, where, in front of him, still as the dead (save for this breathing, of course) lay an elderly gent with his hands clasped neatly on his
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