“I thought it was you.”

If you think for a minute that I’m going to buy your weak-ass excuses, you are out of your mind. Number one, she’s at least thirty pounds heavier than me. Oh, don’t look at me like that, I’ll get on a scale right now. Second, there’s plenty of light in there at night, what with the neighbors leaving their porch light on all hours. And third, what would I be doing sleeping in the guest room? So you go back in there and tell that skanky bitch to get out of my house, I don’t care if she’s my sister.

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Title by: Doraquel
Story by: David

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