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don’t move.

i was with a friend at her aunt’s house. this aunt had lived alone her entire adult life. she was in her late thirties. she left the room to get us drinks and my friend said, “watch this,” and moved a picture frame on a side table about an inch to the right. her aunt came back in and served us all drinks, then walked over to the table and moved the frame back. it was uncanny.

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