I’d never seen anything like it. The roof was caved. The front door was busted. The yard was an African safari gone bad. My pulse raced as I crept through the tall grass toward the front steps.
Was I out of my mind when I agreed to deliver magazine subscriptions for my brother? Had he forgotten to mention basic details of the job, like the 99% probability of death?
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I delivered papers when I was 12 years old, and I remember a house just like that. PLUS, with that house, I had to deliver the paper into the garage, so I actually had to go IN to the gaping mouth of terror!!! Aaaaahhhh!!! :-P
LOL, and here I was thinking I was so unique... *sigh* And the garage! Yikes!
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