When Mrs. House Introduced Herself at My Front Door
It was Christmas time
By Sawyer KuhlPublished 2 years ago • 1 min read
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"Mary House," she said.
"Thank you!" I replied with pride.
She dint mean Merry.
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Omgggg hahahahaahaha! That's like so freaking embarrassing! 🤣🤣🤣🤣