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Between parking my car and walking to my front door, I used to sometimes look into my neighbour's window - you know, nothing special, just being nosey. One day, looking in, at the end of his front-room, just sitting quietly on a wooden chair, looking out towards the window, with his hands resting gently on his knees, was a boy with a dogs head. I tried to look away, but couldn't. And he just sat there, staring out into space.
That and having a vague suspicion that *something* is not quite right blatantly confirmed despite your best efforts to keep things *normal*. Other scary things; seeing up an old ladies skirt, wasted youth, dying horribly, getting my head, arm or other limb stuck in a hole, surgery, scientology, martyrs, war, falling in love, going crazy and worst of all, scared people with guns and mob psychology - it all gives me the heebie-geebies.
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