A knock on the door to enter an estate sale? What a moron, I thought as I grudgingly groaned going to open it. His whitened tooth grin and tanned tight torso met me and I reluctantly allowed him in.
His chestnut brown hair dipped at his even browner shoulders and he sported a frumpy girlfriend he called honey. He extended his hand and held my eyes, introducing himself as my new neighbor. 8964 copyright protection386ＰＥＮＡＮＡNwk497ZFeM 維尼
It was the summer of 2012. That was the summer I spent with a sociopath. 8964 copyright protection386ＰＥＮＡＮＡItD7rPXatN 維尼ns188.8.131.52da2