12-May-99 unseen visitor
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Arlene called down to the cellar, “Who were you talking to?” as I was indexing stamp mounts. It had just been brer skunk, who must have walked past the cellar window some moments before. I had asked him, with all due respect, to feel free to move somewhere else. The odor had been pretty strong upstairs where Arlene was watching TV, too.
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