I don't know yet... I pulled my 1989 Ford Bronco into the parking space of my newly constructed apartment complex. The sun glinted off the rearview mirror highlighting my hazel eyes. As I entered the apartment and hung my keys, I heard hurried whispers coming from the bedroom. My suspicions were confirmed when I threw the door open to find Michael rushing to dress himself. Searching the room vehemently, I found nothing. Running to the bedroom balcony, I watched as a scantily clad fool dropped from the balcony to the grassy earth below. I could feel the pressure increase in my head as my bloodpressure rose.I don't know yet...
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