@belliiqueux ; starter call.
“This is private property.” It was a blatant lie. The overgrown lawn and the shoddy brick bungalow had been long abandoned. Roxanne pointed a BB gun casually at him, squinting into the setting sun. She felt like Clint Eastwood. She popped her pink bubblegum between her front teeth. “Whatcha doin’ sleazin’ around here, huh? We don’t want no solicitors.”










