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BridgetN
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“Uh,” my mom stammered, “it’s chicken, roast chicken.”
“Strangest roast chicken I’ve ever tasted,” the taller cop mumbled through a mouth filled with the meat.
“He, he,” I giggled nervously, as I backed out of the room to rid our house of the partiers, before the cops discovered them.
“Strangest roast chicken I’ve ever tasted,” the taller cop mumbled through a mouth filled with the meat.
“He, he,” I giggled nervously, as I backed out of the room to rid our house of the partiers, before the cops discovered them.