Stories: Sisters and the Streaker
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| Back in beautiful Armidale Elder Huntsman and I, and our beloved trio of sisters ( all 5 of use shared the area), were returning from a zone conference in Newcastle. After a long 6 hour drive it's around 11 p.m. and the sisters pull up to our flat to drop us off for the evening.
Suddenly, and without warning, a large, apparently naked fat man runs around the corner of our duplex. He proceeds to run around the house and disappear into the ethereal darkness of the night. The sisters, undoubtefly disturbed by this sudden turn of events, unite unharmoniously in wailing and screaming. While Elder Huntsman and I laugh uncontrollably.
The next morning we had our daily chat with our neighbor from the une. He asked us if we had the sisters with us the previous evening when we were dropped off. We said yes and he quickly blushed and apologized for his antics. We told him not to worry about it, as it was the best laugh we had in weeks. |
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