You walk into your home to find a couple you don’t know sitting in your living room, eating a slice of cake. Tell us what happens next.
I double check to see if it is my place. Then I proceed with my normal activities as if they aren’t there. Eventually I ask them if I can help them with anything. Then they respond they are there for me. With intrigue, I drop what I am doing and think. Huh, this must be a dream since I do not know them. Regardless, I treat them with hospitality.
***Unexpected (adj): not expected or regarded as likely to happen.
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