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Many years ago I was sitting at home on a cold winter's night reading "The Shining". I had been drinking a mug of coffee but I let it get cold, so I set it on the stove burner on low to reheat. I went back in my bedroom where I had been reading and got totally absorbed in the story. I completely forgot about my coffee mug. All of the coffee evaporated and the mug split and the pieces hit the floor with a thud. I literally screamed like a little girl, threw the book in the air and grabbed my gun. I went all over the house looking for the monster that wasn't there. It wasn't until I realized that my dog was not barking that there couldn't possibly be an intruder in the house, monster or otherwise. When I discovered the broken mug I really felt like a fool.
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