Timothy stayed on the porch. Although he knew the front door was not locked because he did not lock it when he left hours ago. He sat on the chair at the right corner of the porch. He placed his right foot on top of his left lap while his right elbow on the armrest and the phone was still pressed against his ear. He leaned his back. His head was moving left and right, looking at the houses nearby. The lights of the neighboring houses were out and the only one with lights on was theirs.
He did not think that much that anyone would catch them since not all of the nearby neighboring houses that were next to them were occupied. A lot of houses are still empty and no one is living, still unsold for new owners, which is an advantage for them to pull off pranks around Fontana Heights.
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