Last night I had my first real fear nightmare in ages. Methought I was walking home along our road and that there was a herd behind me of Those Who Would Wish Me Ill. For whatever reason, I couldn't get indoors, so I was frantically beating shit out of the doorbell. Battling my unresponsive voice, I called "Dad?" as the first bluff that came into my mind. (My folks are divorced since just about forever and my father lives forty minutes away by car, but dads are a bigger threat to strangers than mums.)

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