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Soren Andersen

I am convinced that the woman who walks screaming down the sidewalk is a part of a far greater conspiracy to keep me from sleeping. Same to the man who drives down the road at exactly the same time every night with the dog that barks with an almost machine-like cadence. That must be the signal for all these strange and mysterious deep cover agents to begin their sinister work. What their purpose is, I can only guess at. Perhaps they seek to slowly turn the neighborhood Into an army of mindless zombies, controlled by the opportunity to take naps. I suppose it’s also possible that this vast and elaborate web of lies is not centered around me, but instead someone more important. A judge, or a doctor Maybe. Maybe. But I think the most likely explanation is that my neighborhood is but a testing ground to find the most reliable way to keep people up. I warn you, reader. Beware.