When I came home from work today - another bloody battle, by the way - I found today's newspaper and letters on my table. I only opened the front door to leave for work this morning. How did those papers get on my table, at least twenty feet away from the front door?
They weren't scattered, nor were they neatly stacked, as if whoever dropped them there was in a hurry.
Do I have a benevolent housemate?
Can you please show yourself?
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freaky...
drank beer again?!?!
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