Dustin Brady Quote
This math homework. I closed my book, put on my jacket, and walked across the street to Eric’s house. The door was open, so I let myself in and walked down to the basement. All right, let’s see it, I said as I reached the bottom of the stairs. No booger. Also no Eric. Come on, I called out. I wandered into the laundry room (where the dirty clothes should be). I walked upstairs into Eric’s room (where the dirty clothes actually were). I checked behind all the doors, inside all the closets, and under all the beds. No booger. No Eric. I couldn’t believe
Dustin Brady
This math homework. I closed my book, put on my jacket, and walked across the street to Eric’s house. The door was open, so I let myself in and walked down to the basement. All right, let’s see it, I said as I reached the bottom of the stairs. No booger. Also no Eric. Come on, I called out. I wandered into the laundry room (where the dirty clothes should be). I walked upstairs into Eric’s room (where the dirty clothes actually were). I checked behind all the doors, inside all the closets, and under all the beds. No booger. No Eric. I couldn’t believe
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