Sometimes I try to put myself into other peoples shoes. I don't have any daughters, but I do have Grand Daughters. First off, I would NEVER allow some fucking strange guy to move in, but IF I somehow weirdly did for some weird reason and this happened, this story would read quite differently. It would have sections about how many shots were fired. How the neighbors thought WW3 broke out in the bedroom. What jail I was hauled off to and how the judge denied me bail. You know, stuff like that.
Sometimes I try to put myself into other peoples shoes. I don't have any daughters, but I do have Grand Daughters. First off, I would NEVER allow some fucking strange guy to move in, but IF I somehow weirdly did for some weird reason and this happened, this story would read quite differently. It would have sections about how many shots were fired. How the neighbors thought WW3 broke out in the bedroom. What jail I was hauled off to and how the judge denied me bail. You know, stuff like that.
Mine would be all about a guy that moved out and I have no idea where he wondered off to.
Mine would be all about a guy that moved out and I have no idea where he wondered off to.
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