poop of the poop
by wuw uwu | Score: 1300
For the third time that week there was a noice outside in the alleyway. Peoples voices and distant screaming, somewhere a glass shatters. What and where? Cant see down from window, cant hear too well either. Being catched at lookin down the street from window, would make her face red as an tomato. So all she could do is sit like a miserable economist and read her book.