I stood in front of the stranger, pissed off by his bold 'asshole like' character. Who does he think he's messing with? I scoffed as I mugged him before closing my mailbox and shoulder bumping past him. "You should stop smoking in your house so damn much, you're a cancerous addict it's bothering me!" I spat. He looked back at me, a smirk forming on his face. "When you stop bringing different men in your house, ill stop smoking. Till then we both have a cancerous addiction, don't we?" He said. My cheeks flushed red in embarrassment as I ran out of the mail room into the hallway. Who does he think he is in my business?All Rights Reserved
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