Mr. Pickles
The moving van pulled into the driveway, almost getting too close to the garage. Daisy, who was following in the car behind them, rolled her eyes as she parked on the street.
“That’s what I get for hiring through Facebook,” she moaned as she exited the car.
Tyler, her fiancée’, chuckled. “Look, they didn’t ram into it on purpose. Let’s
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