A lady I know is
very … strange, she always gives me a look and I always feel uncomfortable. She
lives in a house made of wood and everybody else’s are made of bricks. Other men think that she’s very pretty but I'm different. I
once went to her house and the whole house on the inside was yellow. Ever since I’d known her, she would always
speed walk, like she’s running
away from something. I asked if I could come over for a coffee in the morning
and she said, “I’m sorry but no there’s a gorilla in my house!”
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