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  <title>Comments on 'Shifty Sights'</title>
  <subtitle>The ad was a bit strange to me, almost ominous. But I was strapped for cash, and even grave-digging seemed a glamorous job now. I called the number for the job.

I pulled up and parked behind a sketchy building on the outskirts of town. I checked &amp;amp; rechecked the address. Yep, this was the place. I walked inside.
A pear-looking man in an ugly pinstriped suit was sitting with his feet on a rickety desk in a mildewy back corner. &amp;quot;Can I help you?&amp;quot; he asked me.
&amp;quot;I'd like to apply for the job, the one in the paper...&amp;quot;
&amp;quot;Ah yes! We've been having trouble keeping someone in the position for some time. Hopefully we can change that!&amp;quot; he joked. I smiled nervously, shifing uncomfortably in my seat.
He gave me the job right away, giving me a once-over with his shifty eyes. I thanked him and made a beeline for the door.
I wasn't to the corner of the building when I saw something on the horizon. Straining my eyes, I saw something I've only seen in horror movies. I tore back inside, three thoughts clawing at my mind.</subtitle>
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