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| And as you hid under your covers, you'd feel something fuzzy brush up against your foot, and for a moment, just one moment, you'd convince yourself it was a sock you'd forgotten, but then you'd feel it twitch against the sole of your foot, a horrible tickle, and realize that the scratching noise, the one that you'd heard-without-hearing since running into the house, was coming from the ceiling directly above the bed... |
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