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"The Pale Green Pants" by Seuss often comes up in discussions about tales that freaked people out as kids. I thought of it yesterday as I was reading in the sun on our deck. The wind had picked up. My son's baseball pants and shirt were drying on the railing. A few stiff breezes started the empty pants moving, and then the empty shirt, too. At one point, an arm of the shirt slowly, gently lifted and landed on the pants, like a hug. As if they weren't being watched. It was weird. #smallstories