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Scene: a few moments ago...
Feb. 7th, 2005 09:03 pm[Knock on door]
Me [through closed door, after peeking through peephole and determining I don't, in fact, know who it is]: Can I help you?
Boy on Porch: Is Donovan there?
[Backstory: we continue to get a lot of mail for a "Donovan W." who used to live here, apparently. Bear in mind, we have been in this godforsaken house for 6 months already]
Me: Um, no.
Boy on Porch: Are you sure?
Me [thinking]: Gee, well, I guess I didn't see that strange man under my couch cushion!
Me [out loud]: I'm sure...
Me [through closed door, after peeking through peephole and determining I don't, in fact, know who it is]: Can I help you?
Boy on Porch: Is Donovan there?
[Backstory: we continue to get a lot of mail for a "Donovan W." who used to live here, apparently. Bear in mind, we have been in this godforsaken house for 6 months already]
Me: Um, no.
Boy on Porch: Are you sure?
Me [thinking]: Gee, well, I guess I didn't see that strange man under my couch cushion!
Me [out loud]: I'm sure...
