Hey, y'know what, whatever you say. It's your spine. [Wally waves him off and digs in his heels in front of an old, rickety gate. The path beyond is choked with weeds, the lawn nearly knee-high and the dilapidated two-story house in shambles.
KF opens the gate and it creaks ominously.] Oooh, authentic.
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Date: 2014-09-04 06:53 am (UTC)KF opens the gate and it creaks ominously.] Oooh, authentic.