"Fuck." The little Angeló thought as he crossed the pavement with his bare feet. His shoes had worn out over the many years he had them for. He had no choice but to face the hot gravel with just his flesh. He arrived at the shitty house across the street. It smelled of fish and Thai food. Angeló knew what that smell meant. His Father was upstairs with the lady from across the street. Her name was Lady Mary Stiller, or at least that's what his father told him to call her. When Angelo's dad left he took the cable with him. Angelo watched the screen in front of him, the Thai food smell lingered the noises got even worse. He could even watch regular SpongeBob. All he had was the shitty French Version, Bob Le'ponge.
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Diddy Daddy and The Dead Hooker
Historical FictionAngeló was a young boy when his dad left him for the "lady" across the street. However, she was no lady.
