While exercising indoors, I spotted through our front window a long, white boat of a car (the one that’s too long but big enough to put a dead body in its trunk) came from the RUE and down MY drive too slowly. I realized that the SPIC was looking inside towards the direction of Paw, who was struggling to haul the recycling bin and the garage bin through the side door, leading to the side of MY road and to the front of our home for the next morning’s pick-up, which is every Friday.
Hello Flynn, nice, and good luck!
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