Everything happens for a reason, or so they say. It’s hard, though, to figure out the reason behind some of the people who live in my street. There’s this family with two utterly irritating kids that lives a few doors down. The boy, in particular, is a loathsome little specimen with no respect for people, property or personal space and a habit of coming up and talking to you for no reason at all about pointless crap, as if you give a shit.
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