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Nov. 20th, 2004 01:39 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dragonlady7Vignette:
Dave, in the kitchen, doing dishes. Noises of splashing. Suddenly, Dave says shrilly,
"Get away from my house!"
"What?" I say, alarmed.
"Some crazy dude just came by," Dave says. "I told him to get away from my house."
"What was the crazy dude doing?" I ask, really alarmed now. (We don't live in a neighborhood with crazies anymore, not really.)
"Putting mail through the slot," Dave answers.
(He's making fun of me, because every day when the mail slot goes I leap up like the world's ending because I forget every day that the mailman comes and puts things through the slot. Used to really screw with me when we left the door open during the summer so it sounded like he was coming inside when he opened the screen.)
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Dave, in the kitchen, doing dishes. Noises of splashing. Suddenly, Dave says shrilly,
"Get away from my house!"
"What?" I say, alarmed.
"Some crazy dude just came by," Dave says. "I told him to get away from my house."
"What was the crazy dude doing?" I ask, really alarmed now. (We don't live in a neighborhood with crazies anymore, not really.)
"Putting mail through the slot," Dave answers.
(He's making fun of me, because every day when the mail slot goes I leap up like the world's ending because I forget every day that the mailman comes and puts things through the slot. Used to really screw with me when we left the door open during the summer so it sounded like he was coming inside when he opened the screen.)
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