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Georgia's Mom

Back at home and after showering, I was once again facing the dilemma that all my clothing was old and baggy. I debated wearing the suit I'd worn last night but didn't want to wear dirty clothing. Which left me with a pair of jeans and a long sleeve shirt, my usual attire. I didn't think it mattered this time since I was just going to her house it wasn't like I was meeting anyone.

Hopefully.

The minute I saw a car pull down my street I rushed out of my apartment and locked it behind me. As I hurried down the stairs I looked at the apartment below me and was surprised to see a couple of squatters hanging out instead of the usual woman. A couple of them stared at me and a couple waved and I waved back a little awkwardly. One squatter was fine but five? Our landlord was going to notice eventually. And I wasn't sure how comfortable I felt with all the locks in this place being shodd.

Shaking my head, I exited the main door. I'd figure that out later. I headed over to Georgia's black BMW a
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