There was banging, and the door shook. Dear God.
"911 emergency, how may I direct your call?" The woman who answered sounded almost bored.
"MR. ROGERS IS TRYING TO KILL ME," I shrilled into the phone, my voice rising to a pitch at the end that I thought only dogs would be able to hear.
"Ma'am, please calm down. Did you say Mr. Rogers
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