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Guaranteed Human.

And I'm curious because I don't care if he has cancer.

I'm getting him evicted.

Here's why.

I've learned on this up for a while and have thankfully avoided having a post here.

But I have ever been with a neighbor of mine that I'm convinced was

Seth.

Oh, my.

For context, I-30 male and my wife 30 female have lived in an apartment complex for two plus

years in a state in which marijuana...

is the league of God.

Though it has mostly been to criminalize. I think it's important to mention that we are an interracial couple with me being Mexican and my wife be lights.

We've gotten along with all our neighbors and often have a few neighbors over for dinner, with zero complaint or issues for as long as we have been there.

I mean, that would be good.

What day? Oh no, not one day. About six months ago, I noticed a moving truck in our parking block and a few guys looted up boxes. I went to introduce myself to a young lady. Let's call her. PAM! PAM! PAM! It was very sweet to have told me that she was helping her brother and dad move in and sort of handily

mentioned that her dad was in poor health and her brother was his de facto carrier.

I didn't mention anything at the time, but the furniture and the boxes they were moving

had a strong aroma of weed and urine.

And wrote it off at a time.

Over the next few weeks, our entire hallway started to smell like weed all day, every day.

Our elderly neighbor would sit on his patio and smoke weed in the open.

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