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Python

Homes at the edge of a jungle must be built on stilts or the dead will bubble up through the floor when the rains come. That is why, when the python eased its way through a wire casement above my head as I sat on the toilet. I was not that surprised. I knew it would enter the house dragging with it a belly full of death. Pulling my pants up, snatching up the cat, I ran smiling toward the many deaths yet to come.

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