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. copyright protection182ＰＥＮＡＮＡa9R5Nq0FL4
It was the summer of 2012. That was the summer I spent with a sociopath. copyright protection182ＰＥＮＡＮＡlgL6nRcGOCns18.104.22.168da2