when he got to the car he realized he had fogotten his keys- on the goddam coffee table! again! but when he opened his front door something strange happened. something had been moved. but what? when he checked the back door it was still locked- but was that dirty boot print his? hard to tell. he opened a bottle of asprins but spit them into the kitchen sink. they tasted strange. his sisters # had been disconnected and he could have sworn he heard someone muffle a cough somewhere behind the empty dial tone. his keys were still there on the coffee table, but now he wondered if he should leave.Birth sign: Taurus
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