I got out of the bed to let Bob and Marilyn back in, and I noticed that resting atop the door frame’s ledge was The Lurker. Kit had relocated him from the living room to the bedroom a few months back when he started becoming less mobile; with the change of venue came a slightly tweaked narrative. Instead of The Lurker getting terrorized by a giant ceramic middle finger, it was now literally under attack from a little green army figurine. The soldier, down on one knee, was pointing a giant bazooka directly at The Lurker. Kit had perfectly positioned the diorama so that it was in full view of
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