No way in hell was that a nap. I mean it was just gone. Time. When I walked back into the house um, an hour? Minutes? ago, the front yard gate was not broken and now it was. My bedroom window is right outside the gate. Whatever tore it up would have been heard by me, the plunge plant would have some record, under the forslight might have entered. Any number of things but not MISSED altogether.After that the end would bring day again to them. The gate was splintered. It's almost like it was splintered. The oth was only left over Matt. I fear a great hand, paw, or something to through my bedroom window sat until me. Elst left it.
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