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On my way home from my parents'. The train is running late. Am okay with that, though. I have a Lovecraft collection of mostly early stories, most of which I've never read before. "He" and "The Horror At Red Hook" are both awfully promising.

I feel a bit sorry for poor Ray, though. This sort of thing rarely means candy and teddybears fall from the sky for my characters.

Well, maybe dire teddybears. They have the plague.