So we have these neighbors. They're not actually our neighbors, but our back yards touch (with a brick wall between). And they're always looking over the wall. That's cool. It sounds way sketchier than it is; the lookers in question are under the age of ten and really just like my dog. They'd recognize Chili in an instant.
Us not so much, I guess.
It's funny when you see these neighbors on the street and say hi to the little ones. And they have NO IDEA who you are.
And suddenly YOU'RE the creeper, when they're the ones spying on your back yard.
The holga pictures STILL aren't in. It has definitely been three weeks. I am dying inside.
Clara
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