When I was 6 and my brother and I slept in the attic (my dad said it was a bedroom, but Paul and I knew it was an attic), I realized there was a robber lying in wait beneath our bed. Every night, hidden by the bedspread that draped to the floor all round the mattress, the robber would wait till everyone was asleep, then sneak out and rob.
Worse, if he got caught in the crime, he would kill the catcher. This is the truth. Even today I declare the truth of it.
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