Tuesday, May 17, 2005

Locking up

How creepy is it?

To be sitting in your quiet, warm home, typing innocently away, then hear the neighbors ankle biter dog go bolistic, a shuffling in your driveway, a thump or two against your house, rustling bushes, and then, moments later, a car speeding off down the street with nothing but tail lights as identification?

Off the richter scale if you ask me.

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