“Grandma, what’s the scariest thing you’ve ever seen?” He curled up closer as the two watched a vampire movie.
“Three chairs.”
“Whaaat?! That’s not right. Tell me the truth.”
“Oh, no, it wasn’t the chairs themselves. It was what they meant. I went to a café with three of my closest friends, but the café was attacked by terrorists. They told us they would kill anyone who didn’t sit down. There were only three chairs.”
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