There's about 97 little kids playing outside our windows, screaming like banshees and swinging and stabbing at each other with makeshift swords and throwing unknown hard-looking objects of destruction at each other. Unit's in the back room, she can't hear. So she can't hear it.
Flowing like wild geese, our yard, their yard, like a tide. Our front yard is a killing field right now.
Unit doesn't know it's going on, I ain't telling her, and I ain't going out there until dark and early in the morning to go to work. If there are some dead ones in the driveway in the morning, they might get run over, if I can't see 'em over Bubba's hood. I'd hate that. But they weren't invited to begin with.
Y'all see how I'm settling down with this issue? I'm good with it. It just takes time.
Flowing like wild geese, our yard, their yard, like a tide. Our front yard is a killing field right now.
Unit doesn't know it's going on, I ain't telling her, and I ain't going out there until dark and early in the morning to go to work. If there are some dead ones in the driveway in the morning, they might get run over, if I can't see 'em over Bubba's hood. I'd hate that. But they weren't invited to begin with.
Y'all see how I'm settling down with this issue? I'm good with it. It just takes time.
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