‍‍ ‍ 𝓥𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒆 .ᐟ

𝓮𝙮𝙚𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙖 𝖋𝖆𝖑𝖑𝖊𝖓 𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙡, / 𝓮𝙮𝙚𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙖 ̠𝙩̠̠𝙧̠𝙖̠̠𝙜̠̠𝙚̠̠𝙙̠̠𝙮̠ ...

I mean, not necessarily . . . I go out ﹠ do what I need to do for a decent payout. times are tough, man. but on my days off? —— you best believe I’m straight chillin’. chudding it out to the max.

after she washed her hands she jumped down from the chair and pushed it back to the table. the small girl then sat down in front of her plate, her mood turning sour once she saw the vegetable selection on her plate "mommy, I don't like peas." she frowned pushing the plate away

eh , no worries . i won't take it personally . really though , this place isn't much for the whole 'keep to myself' thing . someone's always in your business .

what cutiesssss

you’re all that matters to me.

well , if you need a hand or a cup of tea or something , i'm just across the street . . as you probably knew already . she seems really sweet and i guess we share that in common , the nature thing .

when you’re like, being a lazy loser or something along those lines. felt fitting.

so does the dog that 'yaps far too much' . ah , it's nothing , just noticed your girl in the yard sometimes . it's nice to hear laughter there again .

della jumped down from the tree she was climbing, running inside, after a full day of playing outside, she was famished. "I gotta wash my hands momma, I got dirt on them." she said as she pushed a chair against the kitchen sink.

yeah . hey , you live across the street right ? you got that kid .

i'll try to keep her 'yapping' to a minimum .

she's just friendly .