I clawed my way back to the bed and finally managed to get one eye open enough to verify that I was still in my own bedroom. What is that noise? I struggled to roll over enough to see the clock. Ugh – 2:17 am. The klaxon went off again, God almighty, something was seriously wrong. Wait! I know that sound. Not again. . .
I loved that!
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This is one of my favorite stories written by Gary. So precious!
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