Let Me In

Get out

Don’t want your kind around here

Don’t need you snooping and digging and turning up dirt

What is up with that? And how am I ever going to change if you don’t let me?

Sadly, the quick red fox jumped sloooowly over the fat, lazy, stupid brown dog.

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