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You stay in your bed, even going so far as to pretend you were still asleep. The footsteps reached your room, and they grew quiet. Peeking out from under the covers, you see a black garbed figure sauntering quietly through your room, examining objects adorning your wall with disdain. Then he reaches your bedside, out of your view. You hear the ruffle of papers followed by a silent scribbling, and then the figure leaves your room, descending back down the stairs. You read the paper; ''I know what you were. There will be another visit, and we will talk.''
You furrow your brow, and set the paper down.

[[Sleep on it.]]
[[Category: Shit Happens, in Your Town]]