tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-376489746546036959.post-47257440396700252452008-07-09T07:30:00.001-05:002008-07-10T23:50:36.701-05:00

"There's something on my pillow!" The frantic cry woke me out of a dead sleep. Sis and I were side by side on the air mattress in the middle of the living room in K & C's cute but old apartment. Bleary eyed and not wanting to get up at 4am, I said, "What? You're dreaming." "There's SOMETHING on my PILLOW!" The cry came more insistently and much less sleepy the second time. I half sat up. "

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