During my morning shit, Kenny Jr. came and visited me like he always does, then reached his paw between the wall and sink cabinet and pulled out an old, used condom. The landlord told me the previous tenant was a married guy and a young girl, but the married guy didn't tell anyone he was married. His wife found out, and he abruptly left the young girl, who, after a couple days of crying, abandoned all of the belongings in the bungalow and went back home somewhere in the south. This used condom is a testament to their relationship, a trampled flower.
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