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weirdo ave. (3)


By Robbie BalePublished 3 months ago 1 min read
weirdo ave. (3)
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But I'm done. I put the cap back on and get ready to head back home. I start walking up the street and I'm thinking everything is fine until I hear what sounds like an older lady's voice behind me. I immediately think to myself "Oh my gosh! Here we go." She had her dogs with her and they were some feisty ones. She was asking me all types of questions like, where I was coming from, where I was going, and I just said have a nice day and kept walking. I wasn't even trying to interact with her.

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