I have been told I have an overactive imagination.
It’s possible I used to imagine dead bodies in my hotel room while staying at a resort rumored to be owned by “the mob.” It’s possible I assume a Burmese python is lurking every time I hear something move in a bush. It’s possible I believe an axe-wielding serial killer is at my door any time someone knocks.
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