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October 10, 2005

D: The Horror

I fell backwards into the coffee table, my hand covering my mouth. How could anyone be so utterly inhuman? I stumbled across the lounge, steadying myself on the couch as I rushed into the kitchen to grab my wife.

“Look! Look! Can you see that?! Who would do such a thing?”

She peered round the doorway and was astonished, aghast, horrified. She turned away from the screen with tears in her eyes and damned me for making her look at the flickering images.

“Whoever is sending you these Celine Dion music videos” she said “has to be found and killed.”

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