"Where on Grosvenor?"
"Is he paying rent?"
"Where will he shower?"
"How big is it?"
"Does he have dreadlocks?"
My sister didn't know any answers.
"I wanna interview him." I joked.
My sister came home a couple days later and handed me a note, "This is from that guy I was telling you about. I told'm you wanted to interview him."
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ReplyDeleteThen Vana and I went searching for the treehouse. We found this plant growing out of the gutter. An old lady offered us a plant but asked to return the pot. Vana had an amazing buzz from the Pawpaw wheat she had with dinner, and made the old lady transfer the plant to another container. As the old woman and Vana exchanged the plant, the old lady's ice cream melted. I attempted to make Vana feel guilty but she had her scales on that night.