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My aunt answered the door at 3:00 p.m. to Ms. Ragglenash, a tall akward woman in a yellow body suit, and her therapist Tina, who was wearing a big bear sweater.

I took the rubies out of my purse, the two blood red jewels the angel had given me in Maui.

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Bill Nye opened the door at 2 a.m. to Mr. Sean, a short fat hobo in no clothes, and Mr. Guy, who was wearing an ugly shirt.

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I grabbed the chocolate out of my candy bag, the creamy bar of delicious bliss I had gotten from the haunted house on Dandelion Road.

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I swung open the door at 4:00 P.M. to Mr.Clark, a tall and mean looking  businessman, who was trying to make me buy his new product.

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The delicious pork ribs arrived at the table, dripping in BBQ sauce while the baked beans overflowed the plate, slowly surrounding the ribs.

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I answered the door at 8:30 a.m. to my mom, a tall slim woman in a LR Green shirt and faded blue jeans,and my sister who was still in a orange dress.

I took the shells out of my pocket, three white glowing spirals the crab had given me in hawaii.

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The 5 year old opened the door to a robber, a short lean man in all black, and the robbers mom, a short stout lady holding her sons ear, making him return the items he stole.

My doggy dawg George dug up pearls out of the floor, the weird chubby man down the street buried them under my bed

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My cat Leo tried to open the door at 12:35 p.m. to Doge, a short blonde shiba dog, and Smeagol/Gollum, who was wearing The Ring and a raggedy cloth.

My cat Obi spit the pomegranate seeds out of his mouth, the three ruby-red geometric pieces he ate off the floor.

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Sheila,quickly ran toward the door, just to shut it even faster when she saw Bilbo Baggins, a jolly, fat man in a silly blue tuxedo that made him look shorter and fatter than ever!

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I closed the door at 8:30 p.m on Mr. Chutke, a small man in a suit, and Coach Saltamachio who was wearing a blue tank top.

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We answered the door at 8 p.m. to a neighbor, Lee, a tall lady in a purple shirt and jeans, and her dog, Murphy , who was wearing a collar and a leash and eating a treat.

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Grandpa slammed the door at 6:15 P.M. on Mr. Leshawn, a tall, stout sir in a yellow pantsuit, and Dr. Caden, who was wearing a black robe.

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My mom closed the door at 2:13 p.m. on Suzie Sallion, a girlscout who wanted to sell cookies, and Amanda Sallion, her mom who was trying the help her.

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Mitchell knocked on the door at 6:03 p.m. to Mrs. Willy, a short, stocky woman in a red dress, and Principal Jimothy, who was wearing an I♡NY tee shirt.

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Grandma shut the door in the mid-afternoon on the annoying salesman, holding a chocolate cookie box,  begging us to try one, claiming they were "the best cookies in the world!"

He pulled a cookie out of his lunchbox, the chocolaty round pastry the salesman had given him earlier.

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Father answered the door at 9:30 a.m. to Mr. Jackson, a tall bald man wearing a red flannel, and Mr. Sean, who was wearing a purple plad shirt.

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Grandma shut the door at 11:11 a.m. to Mrs. Dudek, a real estate agent in a grey suit , and Mr. Dudek who was wearing a neon Ohio State baseball cap.

We grabbed the crabs hidden under the colorful reef, the five peachy spheres the waves had crashed upon shore.

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Sammy slid open the back door to Hershies, a short English bulldog in a sharp blue leash, and Tommy, wearing a sheet of mud and holding the twisted leash.

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I dove for the cookie on the table, the delicious melted chocolate cookie my mom had given me as a surprise in Newport Beach.

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My sister closed the door at 6:02 to Emily, a seven year old selling cookies, and her dog, Bailey.

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Dad opened the door at 5:10 a.m. to a  Real Estate Agent, a short stubby fat man with a short neck and a hideous mustard colored shirt, and he held my dog by the collar, a medium sized brown mutt.

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I took the soft, fuzzy thing out of the bag, finally able to, being under strict orders from the man in the park not to open it until I arrived home, and realized it was an 8 week -old black kitten.

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I took the rubies out of my purse, the two blood red jewels the angel had given me in Maui.

My aunt answered the door at 3:00 p.m. to Ms. Ragglenash a tall awkward woman in a yellow body suit, and her therapist TIna, who was wearing a big bear sweater.

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I opened the door at 9:00 a.m. to a barking sheep dog, with a fur coat like a cloudy night, who had no collar to be found.

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I pulled the cash out of my pocket, the crisp wispy green sheets the banker gave me.

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I reached for the gems in my jacket, the smooth glassy shapes the old lady had offered me at the market.

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I grabbed the glimmering diamonds out of the bucket, the sharp crystals that were so shiny they reflected your image when Steve gave them to me in Las Vegas I thought it was glass

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Mom answered the door at 3:29 p.m. to Amelia Simpson, an adorable little girl in a girl scout uniform, who was selling thin mints.

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I just managed to close the door at 1:05 am to Robin, a slender sharp business women in a black suit, and Mike, the assistant wearing a COX T-shirt.

I grabbed the almost melted chocolate square out of my pocket, the caramel slowly dripping down my finger and my mouth dropped ready to eat it.

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I glanced at a dog running on the grass, the brown and whitefurball sprinted on the green landscape under the sun.

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Johnny slammed the door at 12.00 p.m. to Fred, a short fat man in a pink suit, and Coach Dave, who was wearing a bright yellow Elmo costume.

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Who's up for a little office pool to celebrate the return of the Miami-Notre Dame series this Saturday?

Sure, we could just do a simple bet against the spread but come on, that's old news.

We could definitely go the route of old-school Miami and have ourselves a little bounty pool. (Just watch ESPN's 30 for 30 documentary The U.)

If you're up for that, congrats...You're officially a horrible person!

No, no, we're going to get a little more creative this weekend. Here it is...
How long will it take Brian Kelly to cut the juice on the Everett Golson Experience and throw a couple quarters in the machine and start up the Tommy Rees Roller Coaster?
This isn't Urban Meyer using Chris Leak and Tim Tebow's unique talents in a timeshare designed to wreak havoc on defenses and cause defensive coordinators many a sleepless night. This is Brian Kelly desperately wanting to develop Golson, but then panicking the moment things get tight and saying, "I love you, but..." before telling him to park it on the bench and yelling at Rees to put on his chinstrap.

The problem with this quarterback carousel has little to do with whom is actually better, because for the most part, Golson and Rees are essentially a wash: they can both oscillate between at times being adequate and good-ish.

The only difference is, I know for a fact that the Irish are not winning a national championship with Rees at the helm. (I'd love nothing more than seeing the Irish beat Alabama, LSU or Oregon in this year's BCS National Championship, just as I would very much love to have a Good Samaritan drop a million dollars down on my front door. The latter, unfortunately, seems much more likely to happen.)

I have some serious doubts when it comes to Golson-chief among them being if and when Gunner Kiel will unseat him-but he is still a redshirt freshman and his play can at least occasionally lead me to quote Jim Carey (circa when he was still funny) and say, "So you're saying there's a chance!"

The larger issue is the impact that trading quarterbacks like they are stocks will have, not just on Golson's development, but on recruiting blue-chip quarterbacks down the road.

I mean, if you are a top-tier QB prospect, and you watched the Purdue and Michigan games unfold, what about this whole situation makes you say, "You know, I really want to play for that Brian Kelly guy!"

This is not something that can be oversold. Quarterback play, as ESPN's Trent Dilfer will be all too happy to remind you, is the key to a successful football team. However, as vital as the quarterback is for most teams, it is doubly important for teams that cannot field a team as strong at all other positions.

Make no mistake, Notre Dame may have an advantage in national recruiting over other programs because of their TV contract with NBC (though with the birth of conference networks and hundreds of games being shown every Saturday on cable TV, this advantage does seem to be shrinking).

However, as Sports Illustrated's Andy Staples pointed out, their stringent admission standards make it difficult to get the best players in the country. (This is not necessarily a bad thing, just a fact that cannot be ignored.)

The only way for Notre Dame to compete with the big boys (like Alabama and LSU) is to have the best players at the positions that matter most. And while quarterbacks can definitely be overrated at times, there is little debate that their production factors much more prominently than any other individual position in the overall success of the team.

Seeing Brian Kelly go hot and cold on his signal callers is not likely to inspire the best quarterback prospects in the country to come to South Bend in the future. (Yes, the Irish got Kiel last year, even in spite of the fact that Kelly switched from Dayne Crist to Rees in Game 1. However, I very much doubt that Kiel would sign on the dotted line again if he were a high school senior this year.)

The Irish would do well to take a page out of dreaded rival USC's book and pick a quarterback and stick with them through thick and thin, come hell or high water. (USC's recent quarterback line has been quite extraordinary: Carson Palmer, Matt Leinart, John David Booty, Matt Sanchez and Matt Barkley.) Not only would Golson (or Rees) likely get better, but the top-flight quarterbacks that they would be able to recruit down the line might lead Notre Dame all the way back to national prominence.

Flip-flopping quarterbacks might help Notre Dame win an individual game or two throughout the year, but sticking with one guy is the best way for the Irish to win a national championship down the road.

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Gregory Shamus/Getty Images Who's up for a little office pool to celebrate the return of the Miami-Notre Dame series this Saturday? Sure, we could just do a simple bet against the spread but come on, that's old news. We could definitely go the route of old-school Miami and have ourselves a little bounty pool.

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I took the diamonds out of my purse, four sparkling squares the mermaid gave me in the Bahamas.

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My little brother opened the door at 5:08 pm to Mrs.Banks, a thin young woman in a loose dress in a light cream color, and Mr. Banks, who was wearing a dark blue polo and slacks.

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Joey arrived at the job interview, sporting a blue tuxedo and a striped tie, with his friend Adam, rocking a slick grey suit with a hot red bow-tie.