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I'd like to tank the man who broke into our home. Sir, things haven't been the same since you've gone. Now we can't seem to sleep quite right, and we're waking up 12 to 13 times a night. Little sounds that old houses make, shadows of my friends are scaring me awake. I'd gladly trade everything valuable I've earned and not have a heart attack each time a doorknob turns. Now we can't seem to sleep quite right, and we're waking up 12 to 13 times a night. Poor Branch is sleeping with a flashlight, double-checking that the doors are locked 12 to 13 times a night From Letras Mania