This is what happened: I'm doing dishes, chatting with a friend who has just mentioned in passing that he used to work as a personal chef for Michael Jackson, and we realize that there's a bat on the kitchen floor. We open the door, the bat leaves. And life continues to be stranger than fiction.
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