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About a landlord-tenant dispute. |
It is going to rain any moment now. Dark clouds above tell me so. But my landlord is going on, about The bright yellow and orange- chalk scribbled ground. She wants me- to clean it up. I say- Look at this deep, red scratch on my son's arm. You should have heard how he howled- From one of your cracks, broken, right there on your ground. I will not use your dirty plastic jug to pour water on the concrete. It is going to rain any moment. |