Oh god I hate that door. I sit up every night trying to find the source of the knocking on my back glass door. I live alone so why do I feel like someone or thing is with. Maybe it's laughter in the backyard or the smiling reflection in my mirror. The worst is the tapping on my wooden floor.
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