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I’m leaning against the side of my Range, waiting for Rory to get her precious ice-cream while I keep an eye out for any potential threats because one never knows.
She hadn’t been safe in her own f*****g house for f***s sake, and she’s partly to blame for not letting me know that she’d seen someone in her yard. Although, knowing Rory, she probably saw someone but did everything possible to gaslight herself into believing she hadn’t seen anything.
I wouldn’t put it past her.
Good thing there are cameras everywhere in the house now. Her father has also gone as far as installing a code on her front gate. A code only me, Rory, and her father are privy to which means no one, try as they might, can get into the house except we buzz them in.
Asides from going to work, we’ve basica
