So I moved out of my dad's house. He was fighting with his adulterous wife, and said he would pay my rent a few times if I just got the hell out. Fine by me! You gotta come over to my new place. It's in a big farm house owned by an old Irish woman who smokes 5 packs a day and collects still-life oil paintings and creepy religious artifacts. The
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