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The Man From #2B

A memory from several years ago...

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Yes I covet my neighbor's wife
but I don't covet my neighbor's life.
He lies, he steals,
and makes dirty deals,
but oh how I shiver when his girlfriend squeals.

If only our walls were thicker, I wouldn't have to know.

::::: | Filed under: favorites, the past
::::: | Posted Tuesday, Feb 20 2007 at 11:09 PM
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Mark said:

I hate people like that. I used to live next to a couple who fought all the time. I promised myself that if I ever heard the guy hit her I'd do something about it but I'm glad it never came to blows. I couldn't figure out why they were together in the first place.

::::: | Posted July 19, 2010 5:44 PM


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