“Then I was falling down the stair, And met a bump that wasn’t there. It might have put me on a shelf, Except— (Julie gasped.) —I wasn’t there myself!”
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Jeff Wade,
Drawer #7
“When I came home last night at three, The man was waiting there for me. But when I looked around the hall, I couldn’t see him there at all!”
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Jeff Wade,
Drawer #7