It was raining hard today. The pattering of rain on your roof was deafening, putting you on edge. Something about today felt ominous. Although you were not on rotation, you couldn’t shake off the strange feeling and sat in your chair facing your front door, a loaded shotgun in hand. A habit of paranoia. You spent the whole morning like this, lost in thought until your front door creaks open and a shadow spills in. You quickly aim your gun and the intruder calmly drones. I mean no harm.
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