Every Saturday, these workman guys come over and work on remodeling our windows and roof and stuff like that. I like that nobody pays attention to me while they work, because then, nobody is telling me to clean up or whatever they used to tell me on Saturdays. But the guys don't tell me what they're doing. I'm here, upstairs, on the computer, and I look over, and there's a guy who walks into my room and shuts the door. So I'm thinking, "Ummm... What are you doing?!" And I open the door and see he's climbing out through my window onto the roof. Very confusing, I must say.
"Will emigrate."

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