I feel like I was just interrogated by my neighbor. It was almost as if he was trying to prove me wrong but I know better. I know when I am wrong and I know when I am right. I am happy to say that I wasn’t wrong because being wrong just isn’t my style. I am never wrong.  Boy, did my neighbor’s face turn red when I put him in his place. Let me explain the story. Then you can be the judge in all of this. I swear know I am right and he thinks he is. Decide. You’re the judge on this.

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