Maybe I’m crazy, but it’s crazy and it’s true

I was on my way to work when the dog that usually runs up to the fence and barks at me as I walk past making me shit myself because I forget he’s there, didn’t bark. So my attention was distracted elsewhere towards some peculiar, though familiar, clicking noise. When I looked towards the direction of the noise I was taken aback to see two men out on a patio sitting at a table facing each other, both typing on typewriters. How odd, I thought to myself with a chuckle. Except I didn’t chuckle, I made a slight notation of its humor by exhaling quickly, yet briefly, through my nose.

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