I don’t live in my house; I’m a guest an intruder. Instead of people, my house is occupied by a mid-size colony of old, taped cardboard boxes. I simply live amongst them. I try not to disturb them or bump into them at night as they express their displeasure at my rudeness by rattling and then lunging at me from atop their stacks.
Gauntlets have been thrown. The time to fight back is now. I will be a victim no longer!
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Dude you have to send me some pictures I want to see the place!
Yeah, I need to take some pics and post ‘em here.