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It used to be a piece of this. Those sloppy steaks made the jight sooo fun!
So the strange man in the striped shirt that vanished into the wall of my hallway was just lead pipes?
Have you checked for carbon monoxide leaks?
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.
