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Creepy Guy

Guy knocking on my window after 1 in the morning and asking what I'm doing is creepy.

There is a fairly small shrub between my window and the sidewalk-thing going through the center of the apartment complex. There is a decent space of gravel between the bush and the pathway.

There is really no reason to be close enough to the bush to touch it. There is no reason for a stranger to be closer than the bush to my window. There is even less reason for a stranger to be knocking on my window and asking me what I'm doing.

Creepy. Go away.

I closed the blinds after that, in the guy's face.
Gone away, gone ahead,
Echoes roll unanswered.
Empty, open, dusty, dead.
Why have all the Weyrfolk fled?

Where have dragons gone together
Leaving weyrs to wind and weather,
Setting herdbeasts free of tether;
Gone, our safeguards, gone, but whither?

Have they flown to some new weyr
Where cruel Threads some others fear?
Are they worlds away from here?
Why, oh why the empty weyr?

-- "The Question Song", Anne McCaffrey
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