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| Once when I came home from school and unlocked the apartment door with my key, I heard movement inside. I freaked as I was the only person supposed to be home then. I gathered all my courage, fancying myself as the "Home Alone" kid, armed myself with a racquet and peeked into my room, shaking with fright. As I looked around surprised to find no one. I saw the troublemaker - it was a poor pigeon stuck in my room. I nearly fainted with relief and let it out. |
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