i woke up in the middle of the night and looked through my doorway, which was open. there was a sweatshirt hanging on a door, and in my sleepy daze i thought it was a real person. i live alone so i thought it was an intruder and i just about had a heart attack. i soon realized it was just clothes hanging there, in the shape of a person.
i just about had a figurative heart attack the other night.
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