Tuesday, July 11, 2006

105 of 210 : The Landlords

She was sweetness personified. He was pleasant for maybe one month. She’d bake me cookies, ask me to dog-sit, invite me to use their truck if my car died. He’d complain about the basement flooding, the ancient refrigerator dying, the woodpile just being. It was two years of passive-aggressive misery.


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