I think the squatters have moved out. The blankets have been taken down from the windows and yesterday afternoon I saw Andryia Ciaccio (I know her name now, and names have power, ask any sci-fi fantasy reader) walk out the front door with her arms full of crap, yelling at the young man in the car waiting for her.
They drove away.
Whew! I am glad they are gone.
ReplyDeleteWoo hoo, happy happenings!
ReplyDeleteWoo hoo number two.
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