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Fall : Fall 2013 : Drunken Raccoon

There was a rapid knock on my door at 7 am yesterday morning. "Jean, come quick!" Ingrid whispered urgently. I opened the door and she beckoned me into her bedroom. What the hell? Well, it was Thursday after all, I thought. The last I wanted to do was to go into my landlady's bedroom. Heck, her husband Samir was snoring loudly next door. "Come, come ... Look!" she said, pointing out the window. I tentatively entered the room and looked out. Oh my Dog! On the back deck lay a seriously drunk raccoon.

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