I was wearing only a thick diaper and a baby’s bib as I opened the front door.
“Who are you?” he asked, “Why are you dressed like that? And what the hell are you doing in my house?”
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I was wearing only a thick diaper and a baby’s bib as I opened the front door.
“Who are you?” he asked, “Why are you dressed like that? And what the hell are you doing in my house?”