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[SERIOUSLY THOUGH]

It was a wasp on the wall. The wasp was yellow and black - a fact that annoyed Alex because he was allergic to the colour yellow ever since his dog died in 1927. A knock at the door jerked him out of his revery and he moved towards the sound.
"Who is it ?" he asked, still enraged at the wasp.
"I have come to recover what you took from me," said a voice that was all too familiar.

Alex staggered back. It was...