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Food. Again. In the porch. Let it sit. No one comes. Pick it up.
It’s raw corn tortillas, nearly 10 or 15 of them. and a giant tub of sour cream. That’s it. No label or receipt. What the fuck!?!
I’m starting to really believe it’s Todd and my dad pranking me from the grave.
It’s raw corn tortillas, nearly 10 or 15 of them. and a giant tub of sour cream. That’s it. No label or receipt. What the fuck!?!
I’m starting to really believe it’s Todd and my dad pranking me from the grave.
