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Cleo Twyford is dodging minor disasters, indulging in
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Ditsy Event of the Day
Monday, March 20, 2006
Okay so it's late at night and I am sitting at my computer, which is fairly close to the front door. Then I hear a car race up to the front door and someone gets out and knocks really loudly.
Because Ms. Paranoid has a really loud voice in my head ... and also because I live in a slightly dodgy area, I'm not keen to just open the door, so I yell "HELLO?".
No answer.
"HELLO?" (which happens to sound a little annoyed, as well as a bit scared)
I pull back the blinds to peek outside.
It's the police. Oops.
Yes?
"We're looking for number 63" (Not my house)
"Oh so I'm not in trouble then?"
(This is quickly followed by loud committee members in my head saying repeatedly: "What a stupid thing to say.")

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Cleo Twyford
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