The woman who moved in behind us cut down the boundary trees that were meant to remain there for privacy. One Sunday afternoon I flung a load of boiled potatoes over into her garden, not sure why. I might have been drunk, but god it felt good.
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The woman who moved in behind us cut down the boundary trees that were meant to remain there for privacy. One Sunday afternoon I flung a load of boiled potatoes over into her garden, not sure why. I might have been drunk, but god it felt good.
@fesshole "might"