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Take this as a little house warming gift,” the man said, passing Nancy the package. “And, if you feel like it, we're throwing a Halloween party this Thursday. We'd sure love to see you there; it's a great way to meet everyone on Burdoch, that's for sure.”\n\nNancy nodded, thanked him, and went inside to find her husband. “Mike, take a look at this. A neighbour brought us something.” Mike looked up from beneath the bathroom sink, a wrench in his hand. “What is it, babe? Open it.” Carefully Nancy undid the wrapping, revealing a small statue of a \nnaked woman. “Oh, god,” she said, laughing a bit with a flushed face. “Do you think they're.. swingers?” Mike reached out, taking the small statuette in his hands, his thumb running over its face. “I think it's based on the Venus de Milo. Probably just art lovers; nothing to worry about.” Nancy tapped her foot a little, pondering the gift. “They invited us to a party on Thursday. For Halloween. 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