For the last couple of years I've been hearing the "clack clack" of the
boys next door skateboarding in their carport, often late into the night.
They must have been pretty rough on their skateboards. I assume this
because the other day I was feeding their chinchilla while they were away,
and lookee there! in the boy's room was an armchair made of several
skateboards, broken neatly in their middles.
"If I knew what I was doing, I wouldn't be here"
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