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Now, outside I could see how these eyes could be deer. But inside? Why on earth would a deer be in here? No, these eyes were the Willies. Who else would it be? They were at it again with their tomfoolery. I could tell it was them; they had come back for more; for the hair on my neck stood up just like before. So I yelled to my mom, who was right down the hall. And quite