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| Translation: Don't tell I am not suppose to. |
Found this scribbled on the wall behind a poster in Beach's room. I'm spending today de-cluttering, organizing, cleaning the wood floors, and moving furniture around preparing for tomorrow when I plan to finally get around to painting the room (been threatening for years!). But as I started garbage bag in hand, laundry basket on the bed, donation box in the hall, and a broom in the corner I realized I am destroying some pretty great sociological evidence. Not everyday one stumbles upon the clear roots of a crazy cat lady in the making. Holy Shit Batman someone call Hoarders, Collections Gone Wrong, and maybe even Ghost Hunters.
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