The rational part of his mind knew that it was ridiculous. Normal people didn’t live like this. Normal people just turned off their lights, locked their doors and left their houses. Every day. Without bringing on the cataclysmic consequences of not checking everything three times over.
Or nine times. Not six, never six, nor any multiple of six. Three was good, even five was okay, but six or twelve…no, then he’d have to start all over again. From the top. No cheating or the house would burn down for sure. Or flood. He’d forget to turn off the tap and come home to find the bread basket floating near the kitchen island like Noah’s Ark. Continue reading
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