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So the strange man in the striped shirt that vanished into the wall of my hallway was just lead pipes?
It used to be a piece of this. Those sloppy steaks made the jight sooo fun!
Still better then sleeping rough.
I’ve had this conversation repeatedly about the house I grew up in:
It’s not haunted, it’s just a rickety piece of shit.
I feel seen and heard.