Dawn was breaking. It had been a cold and damp San Clemente night. The chair creaked as I sat down to blog my daily entry. Cubby, who had followed me downstairs, soon retreated back to the bed's warmth. The pines rustled, performing an early morning ballet as the breeze whipped off the ocean. Off in the distant hills, a past-his-bedtime coyote howled one last howl. I could hear the soft crack of twigs snapping outside. The snaps grew louder and crisper. Footsteps of a sort could now be made out as well. Suddenly, from the other side of the house, there was a loud smashing sound and the ensuing tinkle of shattered glass. The moment passed and an eerie silence followed, weighing heavily. I was not alone. It was inside. I stood upright at my desk. Just then, the sadfagd
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