Just for the record, coming home late this afternoon, I see this dirty-looking, crazy-looking, old white dude with a mustache, beard and what looks like a stack of branches hanging from his bag walking down my street just as I was going up my driveway. I couldn't help but look at him, at which point he locked eyes with me with an expression that basically was, "What are you lookin' at?!" to which point he took a left away from my house and up the nearest cross street. But dude looked like he was trippin'. He had those murderous eyes to him. And he probably could tell which house I live in.
So if I or my parents die, you know who did it.
So if I or my parents die, you know who did it.
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