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2014-12-26 05:06:05 ET "Honey? Honey, wake up!" "..what is it? It's.... Jesus it's three in the morning!" "Honey, I heard it again." "Heard what?" "Scratching. At the window." "Don't be ridiculous. We're on the fifth floor." "I know, but I heard it. Like... I don't know. Like claws... tapping and scraping at the glass and whatever else our window is made out of." "Oh, goddammit. Fine. I'll go, get out of bed right now, at three in the morning, and I'll go check it out. Will that make you happy?" "Oh, I'm sorry. It's just that... there's scratching at the window and I don't know what it is." "Ok, fine. I'll go." ... "Honey?" "I'm back, sweetheart. Let's go back to sleep. It was nothing serious." "But what was scratching our fifth floor window?" "Nothing much. Just a clown floating by our fifth floor apartment window in the middle of the night." "Oh. I'm sorry I made you get up for that, honey. Fucking clowns." "I know. They can be such assholes sometimes. Good night, babe." "Good night." |
