Roxy s New Roommate
Guess I shouldn't have been surprised it would come to this. Jack always insisted he was getting better, but sure enough, he was up to his old tricks: Stealing shit to fund his 'kicked' dope habit. Now I'm sitting on my front porch as Detective Pindick goes through my shit. He probably thinks I'm in on it. I'm sure to him that anyone with tattoos and a mohawk is down for smoking meth and worshipping Satan. The only thing Pindick is going to find is my collection of BDSM toys. Probably give him...
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