[I have to stop beginning posts with so-and-so came to my window; but, really, that's how many of the events in my life begin.]
There was a knock at my window around 12:30 this morning. I could tell from the quick thrum-thrum-thrum that it was Ovi. He’s the only one who knocks like that.
I opened the window and a scruffy Ovi was standing outside, no doubt stinky from his long . . .
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