I was baking a few weekends ago when I heard something. Music playing on the tv in the other room. It was slow, strange version of "Creep" and it pulled me in like the goddamn pied piper. Like a moth to the flame, I wandered out of the kitchen, frosting covered spatula in hand, and stood blankly in front of the tv. I tilted my head, like some kind
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