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Awake
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Mike was not sure whether he had not dreamed the knocking. All was as quiet as it usually was on a Sunday morning.
He got out bed, opened the curtains, tugged the spread back into place and started for the downstairs.
Just as he reached the door to his bedroom, the knocking started again.
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