Hide, Hide, Don’t Dare to Breathe

I crouch, bound in tension, not daring to move, not daring to breathe, not daring to blink, lest I be discovered. The consequences would be extremely unsavoury…

Someone enters the room, stops, inhales deeply. Can they smell me? They depart.

I peek. The coast is clear.

This pie is MINE!

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