Hard Knock Life: What Are The Turtles Telling Me?
by Mary Laura Philpott

Nothing much makes sense these days, including the visits from my reptilian friends.


Knock, knock.

Who’s there?

Nobody.

Twice, I heard a rapping at our front door, and twice I looked out the window to see no one. Either I was losing my mind, or someone was playing a practical joke.

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