The Goon House
*Knock Knock Knock* Sounded on the quiet suburban street as the young man shifted his heavy bags from his shoulder and onto the front balcony. Walking up the few steps to the pristine, white house in the richer neighbourhood had been a bit of a task for the knocker as despite playing football (soccer to you disgraceful americans) making him toned and fit, it didn’t exactly lend itself to heavy lifting. As he waited, he looked around to the nearby homes as the afternoon sun shone down on their...
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