"I think... no, I'm certain," she announces, laying on the couch as we survey the detritus of our dinner and contemplate adjourning to bed, "that I saw the same rat two days in a row."
"And how do you know that?" I ask, reclining on the floor at her feet, lazy and happy and bored.
She winces. "You do not want to know."
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