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for no good reason. I've walked in on a

lot of shit in my life. Music is blasting.

Walking around back, I enter through the

kitchen door. It reeks inside like a dead

animal was left to rot. "Billy," I call

out, covering my nose with my arm.

Passing by the empty living room, I head

upstairs. I just want my notebooks, and

I'll get the fuck out of here. I hear Rob's

disgusting grunts from behind their closed

door. I don't know what makes me do it,