Three-ten A.M.
I hear a tap-tap-tapping at my windowpane.
Grating, sliding metal in the frame--
A shadowy figure turns in the corner.
No, I'm not trying to rival Poe in my scary stories. It's almost three-thirty in the morning -- I am never functional at this time of night. Unfortunately, not ten minutes ago, I awoke, thinking I was being robbed,
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At least it's better than this.
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(Lightening mood here)
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So, I had every right... Happily. If only they'd given me reason to call the cops about it right then, instead of in the morning, we could've pressed charges.
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