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It's Halloween week. YOU may be thinking of ghosts, or monsters, or Vlad the Impaler, or maybe even Larry King, though really? I doubt it.
I'm thinking of the thing that scares me the most, OTHER than Larry King.
No, not wearing two different shoes to work, but thanks for that; now I'll have nightmares. No, the thing that scares me the most is the focus of this short little Mormor story, just in time for Halloween.
Several days later it came out what had happened to my marbles, so I crawled under the house to find them. The light that filtered through the knotholes made the spots where the marbles lay easier to find, but the six inches or so of powdery dust didn't help a bit. I finally found about one half of my original store and, anyway, I was getting tired of dust and cobwebs, so I crawled out.
My mother, who knew nothing of this, was shocked at the appearance of her dusty, dirty daughter, so I was stripped and given a bath post-haste.
I guess the good Lord had work for me to do as black widow spider webs were all over under the house, but I wasn't bothered. Maybe the unusual invasion of their privacy frightened them away.
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Yes, that's right. I'm afraid of dust.