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I swear I just thought I'd been shot.

Someone from the alley kicked a soccer ball at my window. It broke the first pane (double paned) and ricocheted off like a rocket. I was sitting two feet from the window and thought shots had been fired, I damn near hit the floor.

On the positive side, that pane was already broken a little. Also, I got my shot of adrenaline for the week.

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I'm home! I didn't post about that momentous event because I took my shoes off and crawled into bed and fell asleep. Which was delicious and salutory, except for the part where I dreamed I was selling tickets to the King of Sweden.

Who was very polite, it must be said.