Madame Chamberlaine was visiting again, but instead of enjoying her, I jumped every time someone spoke too loud. I shivered every time I heard whispers and freaked out every time I heard a window slam. You see, in the last three weeks, there were seven robberies on our street! Creepy, isn’t it? So I’m sure you don’t blame me for feeling nervous.
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