Middle of the Night. Bob jumps up and yells, "What was that?" Me, wearing earplugs (since my husband snores), says, "I didn't hear anything." He attempts to suppress the assumed burglar, when he says, "Oh, no! The shelf of books in the office fell down." Well, I guess it was time to start packing up our books. Why does this stuff always happen in the middle of the night?
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