Our House, In The Middle Of The Freaks

I seriously don’t understand how we managed to pick this place to live Twice we’ve had people move in, literally, in the middle of night, woken up by moving trucks and people lugging boxes. Last night I was fast asleep when some sound began to worm its way in to my ears until I woke up. It took me a while to figure out what was going on, again in the middle of the night. He was laying paving stones. By moonlight.

Odd. Odd. Odd.

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