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They let me in. I went right up to the nursery 
and climbed into the crib, and assumed the famous 
fetal position.

They didn't know what to make of it. They stood 
by the crib looking down at me.

They were young. This was their house. Instead 
of an infant, a grown man is in the nursery.

Of course they hadn't planned on anything like 
this. It never occurred to them that anything 
like this could happen.

I had made my move. All I could do was to keep 
the position, pretending to sleep . . .

Added: 18 Feb 2002 | Last Read: 26 May 2012 12:08 AM | Viewed: 3434 times

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