He opens the house door. The smell of fresh paint wafting through the air since you guys painted just yesterday. Boxes stand in tall stacks, you have yet to unpack. He doesn't yet realize that today has been a bad day for you and you've resorted to your blade. Babe, I'm home. He calls.
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22/02/2025
GRUMPYFROG
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23/02/2025