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“There goes the flashlight,” Don said as they explored the old house. “Which way is out?” Mia asked. “Left,” said a new voice.

Jerry trembled at the note taped to the door’s letter slot: “Postman: Fasten this well. Please don’t let our snake loose. Thanks!”

Rory and Beth were being married at a nature preserve. As they got to her “for better or for worse,” a curious skunk wandered by.

“Five-card stud,” the new dealer said. “Aces and Colt .45’s are high.” One of the other men sighed. “So much for a friendly game.”

The seashell had a USB connector on it. Tim took it home and plugged it into his computer. The ocean soon began to fill his home.

The day after his death, Stan lay on a lounge chair on the beach. His final request was to have a decent tan to take to his grave.

The mouse skittered across the floor, and I tossed it a piece of cheese. It was the only visitor I ever had. Best to be friends.

The ghost has a new trick: screaming in your ear while you’re on the stairs. I kept from dropping the baby or landing on her.

Rafael fell down the stairs and broke both his legs and an arm. His rose-colored glasses had kept him from seeing the broken step.

Percy kept his binoculars trained on the flying saucer. Apart from the alien visitation, he was positive it bore a bumper sticker.