John had always had a thing about knocking on strangers’ doors. He just didn’t like it. He had promised his mates that he would go and check out who lived in the house where they had heard the drumming. He hoped it would be someone reasonable looking who played the drums. Not some dorky straight type. He hated “straights”. And this looked like a real straight house. The cars were average looking…
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