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My room.
My back yard.
My front yard.
My neighbors. As you can see, they are freaks.
Fine buncha college students what snapped up this lovely locale.
It is cold to be wearing sandals. Alas, no clean socks.
Jesus' bike.
I hope they drive well. Those are some big politics to back up.
The fabric neighborhood/store.
Ornery bikes.
Whoops...should I be concerned about this? Of course, up here, people flyer suicide notes...
Loveless. That guy is everywhere.
Nightmare in the preceeding week before christmas.
Cheerful scaffold.
Who knows what kind of scandal this little town hides? It got too cold to find out so I went inside.
Hairy house.
Twigs.
Leaves.
Yeah, I also live right next to a baseball field. You vomiting all that cuteness yet?
