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He looks up at the door.  He doesn't know why he is so terrified.  It's just a piece of wood.  But he knows that's not what he's afraid of.  He's afraid of what's behind the door.

He lifts his hand and knocks anyway.  One, two, three.  He tells himself it will be fine.  There is medium roast and custard creams waiting on the ( Read more... )