Yesterday when I was walking to get some food with my friend Eleanor in Davis Square in Somerville Massachusetts a key fell on my shoulder. I heard the key land on the sidewalk. Eleanor looked at me funny because I'd twitched when it hit me. She said "What was that?" I picked it up. "This key just fell on me," I said. We looked around at the rooftops. We didn't see anyone up there. It didn't seem like anyone had thrown key at my shoulder. It was just a normal looking key.
Just the facts. I was walking with Eleanor. A key fell on my shoulder. This seems like as good a place to start as any. Welcome to Pink Stone Facade.
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