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by Nicholas on 09/27/2010

There is a small child sitting cross legged on the doorstep of my house. I whip out a picture of myself and hold it up so that my face is next to his face, from my point of view. Also from my point of view, I see that he is far too Asian to be of any common blood. It is after this is determined that I approach him and pick him up off of my porch, place him on the lawn just off screen, pat him on the head, and walk into my house. I close the front door behind myself and sit down on the divan. I sigh contentedly shortly before a knock comes to the door. I tell the door: "It's for you." I continue sitting. Another knock. My door was slacking. I get up from the sofa and slosh over to the door. Another knock.

I open the door. Another knock. I close it and open it again. A small Asian child looks up at my face with his face. I hold a picture of myself up, so that from my point of view it looks like my face is next to his face. No blood relation. Another knock. I close the door and sit on the couch without walking all the way over to it this time. Another knock. "It's for you," I shout to the door.