For weeks, I couldn’t stop staring at the strange objects hanging outside my neighbour’s house. They dangled in neat rows, gently swaying in the breeze, and from a distance they looked oddly unsettling. Every day during my walks, I’d slow down to take another look, convinced there had to be some unusual explanation.
My imagination ran wild. Were they part of a gardening project? Some strange decoration? The longer I looked, the more mysterious they seemed. I even caught myself changing my walking route just to check if they were still there.
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