Alfred Hitchcock Presents . . . The Flies
I certainly can't complain about the weather on our trip to Sea Isle City, but after an idyllic six days of ocean breezes and warm water, on our last day, the wind start blowing from the west, and with the west wind, the flies-- hordes of flies-- and with the flies . . . madness.
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Madness is all in the mind
not when there's a horde of flies on your legs
and in the middle of the street
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