Dead on Arrival

Jeffrey, trying not to make a sound, stumbled into the sofa in the darkened living room.

Suddenly a small dog started barking insanely.

“Wait,” he thought, “we don’t have a dog.”

Then a light and a woman facing him with a gun.

“Wait,” he thought, “That is not my wife.”

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