Mr FD was deep into his snoring and snorting sleep rhythm when he muttered, “Blood. What is that up there?”
Then all I could do was lie in the dark and think of brain splatter.
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I think I would have moved to the couch after that. And brought the stick or a similar weapon with me.
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I did wonder if he was preparing an alibi or something along those lines!
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