I was heading home, my hands full of food, like uncooked rabbits. I'm walking past a window, and I freeze, dropping my food, and raced for the door, throwing it open. I launched into them, who was sitting in my chair. I pinned them to the floor, holding them by their neck and pushing down. "Why are you in my home?!?!" My voice sounds more paniked than angry, as if I didn't want you to see anything inside
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