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M. J. Padgett

It's All Too Strange

I woke to the sound of singing—horrible, off-key singing—and I was sure I had dreamed or imagined it. I rolled over in bed and glanced at my alarm clock, 3:07 a.m.I heard nothing else, so I decided it was a crazy brain trip and tried to fall back asleep.

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