On our first night in the new house, we ate Subway sandwiches at our desk. We listened to Frank Sinatra until Mike pointed out that Frankie and his Cold Cut Trio didn't really go together. We finished our dinner to the sounds of Kevin Smith's smodcast.
The streetlights across the street lends our house a ghastly glow.
...and someone is enjoying his new backyard.
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