Two weeks before I lost him came the pile of rocks; it’s a Very large pile. It’s nearly on par with The Great Pyramid of Giza. Why were they dumped in front of the house? I wasn’t home when they came; now I see what happened. If I’d been home these damn rocks would be anywhere but in front of the house. The project in need of these stones of plenty is in back of the house. There is a problem with these rocks every time I see them; I see them constantly.
I hate these rocks.
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