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After I got my heart back out of my throat, I pulled out the Louisville Slugger I keep under my bed and made the rounds.
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Everything was locked up tight, and I hadn't heard anything else since gettin' out of bed but my own ragged breathing. Didn't see anything goin' on outside after a peek out the front door.
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Thought about callin' the cops for a minute before sayin' 'Fuck it' and headin' back to bed. I finally slumped back against my pillow, hopin' like hell I could get back to sleep.
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