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Friday, August 29, 2014

Yesterday, my landlord, Mrs. Sun, broke into her own kitchen, using my butter knife. At dinner, I couldn’t find it. I found one on the floor of the hallway upstairs, by the hall closet, and the kitchen door. After her, talking about the “stolen” bread from her niece’s apartment, and her suspicion of... Sign in to see full entry.

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