My sister introduced my 12 year old as a “STINKY NIECE” with cheap clothes and no future – Welcome

next door.

Dave, our neighbor, answered holding a mug of coffee.

“Did you hear anything last night?”

He frowned.

“Like what?”

“A party.”

Dave glanced toward our house.

“No.”

“Nothing?”

“Quiet as always.”

“No music?”

“No.”

“Cars? People shouting?”

He shook his head.

“If there had been a party, we would’ve heard the car doors at least.”

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