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nerves are on edge (It must have been around two in the morning when Marc shook me whispering harshly that someone is trying to get into his bedroom window. I hoped it was just a nightmare, or his nerves were still on edge. Quietly we slipped into his bedroom and listened to the sounds of scraping at the window edge! – нервы у него ещё не успокоились  mysteriousuniverse.org ART Vancouver) | |||