One time I was reading a thriller novel. The cop a the heart of the story was called to a murder scene – not the first. He went to the house, to the room where the individual had been brutally killed. He looked around and then walked to the window. He looked out the window, describing what he saw.

HE WAS STANDING IN MY HOUSE. IN MY BEDROOM.

True story. Anyways, how's your Monday?

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