“It’s so weird,” I told my sister. “Whenever I go outside at night to turn off the Christmas lights, I feel terrified. I have images of criminals hiding in the bushes, waiting for me. When I lived at the old place, I felt nothing of the kind, even though the area was kind of shady and I even had police officers question me a couple of times about bank robberies in my street.”
“Oh, but this is obvious, ” my sister said. “The area where you live now is a very family-oriented space. And you perceive anything that has to do with family as inherently dangerous.”
My sister is a genius.
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