Clean, Clean

Clean, Clean


I keep my side of the street as clean as I can.

I sweep and sweep and sweep the floor beneath my rugs, as well. It can get pretty gross under there.

Sometimes, I find myself on your porch, tidying up after you and your shit. What am I even doing over here? I belong next door.

So I take my broom and go back home.

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